[Intro] (Snug Brim, Putter, & Bird) Yeah, we gon' smoke a couple of these doobies to this one mane, you feel me? Go and roll you something up, aye Got the Zoo Crew in this mothafucka (Mix, master, mix, mmmmdoobeedoo) And him too, you feel me? Bird, yeah, damn Get 'em Bird! Zoo Crew! [Verse 1] (Bird) I'm forever young, I'm forever real, Sippin' on brew you already know the deal Rollin' up tree while I'm sittin' on a hill, Push your bitch down I don't care you feel! Nah, flaw: the definition of you I ain't Skrewz Loose, but I'm pretty damn close Grab my skateboard and hit you where it hurt most, I'll start at your nose then down to your toes Got a voice in my head that'll tell me where to go (go) Cause nowadays I don't know what road to follow I'm so gone, I liftoff, I drink gas I'm that raw I light up like nitrous then rob you at nightfall No knife and no gun, I was out before you woke up Remember Zoo Crew full of people that don't give a fuck Middle finger high to the cops and the judge What I do wrong? I'm just trying to smoke bud (yeah) [Bridge] (Snug Brim, Bird, & D.Ship) Yeah, me too lil' nigga! BIRD! BIRD! BIRD! ZOO CREW! Yeah, got D.Ship coming up next, you feel me? You got Bird on his skateboard though man, he get real high like that It trip me out sometimes, you feel me? D.Ship! You up next my nigga Get to 'em [Verse 2] (D.Ship) Rollin up swishers Got her sister suckin' on my pistol When I make it rain I make it flood Bitch you don't know the weather Me and Bird we hella clever Do this shit for fuckin' ever Hit two times your head severed SK's with double barrels Emerse bringing terror Shuttin' down the game with a magic lever Who's a better? Cause I bet we better Become a bedwetter when the score settles SwooZoo scream it with a temper You all talk, but this forever Ain't a thing we fuckin scared of Kid you need to catch out! [Bridge] (D.Ship) Fuck bitches, cash rules Fuck bitches, smoke blunts Fuck bitches, drink beer Fuck bitches! Fuck you! Zoo Crew! I can not talk this long I don't talk shit, I do what I do! SwooZoo! [Verse 3] (Emerse) Yo, let me show you what we gonna do Get your fuckin body ripped in two Pieces of you left at the bottom of the lake Nigga THAT'S what I like to call chopped and screwed Bird and the Ship they are always really quick To pull a magic trick, run before they touch the hip So ya dip-dip, before ya get hit By the hollow tip-tip, from the clip, it's insane how we rip So forever and ever, we remain clever Could you ever beat us? Can you say never Couldn't get much better than the amazing Blowing on the dank green, It's the fuckin' Green Team So until infinity I'm smoking on the color schemes Erase you with a sonic beam Can you hear the people scream? As we loot to stack that cream I'm like Freddy bitch, you should know better than to ever dream! [Bridge] (Emerse & A-Game) Yeah bitch so don't ever fucking dream Faggot ass motherfucker Yo, who's after me? A-Game, bitch! Fuck I don't remember! But anyway, they're gonna kill it! Fuck niggas [Verse 4] (A-Game) You better take a deep breath cause A-Game is going in And I'm back up on a track with the Zoo Crew once again You know better than to ever step to us, we're just like Shredder Get beheaded, call a doctor cause I'm just that sick Caught up in the mix with the Zoo Crew bitch? When you hear "SwooZoo", run lickity-split That's it mothafucka, it is what it is Let me tell you how the Z.C. hits a fuckin' lick All masked up like Slipknot, get your shit rocked This is MY time, don't believe it check your wrist watch Bitch stop! With all of that silly shit Run up on me really quick? You gon' get the dealy, bitch Bird's pretty close but I'm full blown Skrewz Loose If you want beef, you gon' need a bag to poop through Keep talking shit? Then that bag I'm a shoot through Now it's all over you, Putter tell 'em what it do! [Bridge] (A-Game & Putter) ...I have nothing to say. Putter [Verse 5] (Putter) Pockets fat, man they got some weight Spending money like a pay day, stack bread my own way No time to donate, don't care what them hoes say Blow smoke rings on my way to the bank What you make a week? I probably smoked it in a day Don't care what people say, either way I'm gettin' paid Let me explain how I'm going insane If you don't know my name? It's Putter in the game The flame that I'm smoking will have your ass chokin You broke and you know that you will never have the same That's a shame, that you live life like a lame I can tell you're a rookie, legitly and quickly Prove you're a pussy, my money is looking like Snooky When she was prego, never let go the cash flow it's not a Eggo I'm growing dro plants ducked off in the meadow [Outro] (A-Game, D.Ship, & Putter) Yeeeeaaaah! Yeah man it's PUTTER! Yeah I'm bout to smoke, and laugh at y'all like a joke Haha

[Hook] I'm a beast up on a beat (I'm a beast up on a beat) And I be killin' shit with ease (And I be killin' shit with ease) But still I'm gettin' slept on like a goddamn pillow (Oh no!) I feel like I got talent, but that's simply just The Way It Goes! (x2) [Verse 1] I was... just a college kid caught up in the party life, hittin' up the club every weekend retarded like I don't give a fuck, this is what I've always wanted, right? Celebrate and party hard without a care up on my mind? (right!) Yeah it felt really good just to do it, choosin' to do this shit over my music I know I have room for improvements, stupid! What the fuck you think I am? Clueless?! Prove it Well, we can go and talk about myself, half my shit that I play? I don't like And I even try to question myself when I'm spittin', no kiddin', like I don't even wanna write! I ain't droppin' no tracks out the ass you would think that your boy went on strike Cause the way that it used to be, truthfully? I would be up in the booth like all night! But I don't know what happened, ever since I moved to the 813, I been slackin' I feel really good and I'm gunnin' back at it, I really wanna go and turn this rap into a habit Yeah! Fuck it, I'm back again, but except this time I'm strapped with pens And I spit these rhymes so immaculate to put up on a damn track so fantastic (yeah) That's why I'm all up on this song by myself, I got this man I don't need anyone else (nah) No disrespect, but I don't need help, let me spit hot shit like I'm raising hell Well! I hope you understand my fuckin' mind is so nifty To say I ain't shit man you must be tripping I'm STILL "Killin' It" and I don't even need the Rhino with me [Hook] I'm a beast up on a beat (I'm a beast up on a beat) And I be killin' shit with ease (And I be killin' shit with ease) But still I'm gettin' slept on like a goddamn pillow (Oh no!) I feel like I got talent, but that's simply just The Way It Goes! (x2) [Verse 2] That is, the way that it goes, it seems But I'd really like to see all my hopes and dreams Become reality, and not a fallacy To make it to the top is simply what I'm imagining I'm sick of rapping over freebie beats, bitch I be killin' this shit with ease But never can I ever find an instrumental for me to get up on and maybe make some cheese Cause I might get sued, then I might get screwed, I be spittin' flame when I write this too You could even say I'm in a righteous mood, but I don't give a fuck you can bite me dude On every track I bring my grade A, A-Game, fake lames Think they straight, but they ain't mane, just a dollar short and a day late But it is what is man I'm still killin' it, murkin' any beat won't plea innocent I'll admit to it, put it down in the records, might as well and make the shit official bitch! Let's get into it, the party life sucked me in like a vacuum I won't hate I still party on occasion but I got addicted and the shit was bad news Now I'm back to myself again, and I'm back with the rap so tell your friends To go and check this shit, better recognize that as long as I'm alive that the shit won't end cause! [Hook] I'm a beast up on a beat (I'm a beast up on a beat) And I be killin' shit with ease (And I be killin' shit with ease) But still I'm gettin' slept on like a goddamn pillow (Oh no!) I feel like I got talent, but that's simply just The Way It Goes! (x2)

[Intro] (Bird) You guys fucked up! Hah, I'd rather overdose than listen to your shit! You guys FUCKED! UP! Fuckin' pop a couple pills (uh oh) Uh oh! Zoo Crew (shit's about to get real) Now who the FUCK is "Popcorn"?! I don't really know, let me read all this shit T3worm? T3zone? Smokey-J? Smokey the Bear Whoever the fuck you guys are! You fucked with the wrong crew Well? We don't really give a fuck (nada) Zoo Crew, SwooZoo [Verse 1] (Bird) First off, you fucked up fuckin' with us, freestyle? I call bluff I bet you typed it on your iPod Touch while you were smokin' a blunt In the 941, though you say "fuck it" are you dumb? (Yes) You gotta earn respect where you from... Roger that! T-Rice has a gat, but he'd rather hit you with a bat You claim to be a blood? Then come fight me don't write a rap Don't be hella stupid, I do this shit so fluent You mothafuckas mad, you can't repeat what I'm doing You claim to be this far, I just got a phone call From the local weedman he told me that I'm too gone To buy another sack, I told'em that I would As soon as Popcorn stops writing raps You phony ass bitches I'm too mean, I'm so vicious If you hate me that much, then put me on a hitlist Fuck it, I'm done - you ain't worth my time I'd rather get some coke and snort a couple lines! [Bridge] (Bird & Putter) Ha! Straight up, fuck y'all This shit ain't NOTHIN'! You ain't fuckin' with the Zoo Crew! Crazy mothafuckas, SKREWZ LOOSE! Sippin' on brew Smokin' blunts Gettin' high We drink and drive We do it all the time! Bird! I got cottonmouth like a motherfucker Niggas, Zoo Crew! Mothafuckas just a lie, we speak the truth! Z.C.! [Verse 2] (Putter) I thought you said you were gonna bring it? What can we expect from a bunch of beginners I eat Popcorn Record rappers at the movie theater, did you hear These pussies talkin' shit about the Zoo Crew, fuck with us leave you black and blue We way past you wack fools, my stacks huge make you cats drool! (bitch!) Claimin' y'all some bloods? That shit don't make you tough I'll fight you Popcorn pussies, guaranteed I'll beat you up (I'll beat you up!) What's up? We can meet wherever the fuck you want We either skateboarding, smoking blunts, or gettin' drunk You might as well quit rappin', y'all fake bloods quit actin' Zoo Crew takin' action, have you hurtin' not rappin' Messin with the wrong people, it happens...ha! Zoo Crew!! Yeah this, this the part of the track, where fuckin' "Popcorn Records" they realize "Oh shit, Zoo Crew's way better than us, fuck! Oh, AND they can beat our ass, shit! What are we gonna do, bruh!?" [Bridge] (Putter, Lil G, and A-Game) Ha, fuck with it, Zoo Crew You know it! We way past y'all man, catch up Fuck with us man, Zoo Crew! Y'all garbage man It's been a while! A-Game on the intro Yeah, fuck outta here Fuck you, Gibby! Lil G! [Verse 3] (Lil G) We Zoo Crew, so who are you? Popcorn Records what a boo You got boys? I got a few, you step to me you'll find a clue You should've avoided the issue now they all need some tissue Crying, but I know in their hearts they probably won't even miss you! All y'all should peep this, I'll share my little secret The only time I hear Popcorn is when it's sittin' on a skillet Now you on a hitlist, I hit the brain, you clueless Walkin' around, everybody asking like "Who this?" Told y'all, y'all done fucked up, y'all crew don't come close to us Y'all can't rap so shut up, don't be a bitch so buck up This ain't a game no luck up, you're on your knees so suck up I'll fart in front of you with my middle finger standing straight up I'll just make this the end, like Lil G you did it again You always lose, I always win like sippin on water and the gin You don't want it, so don't begin, I'll keep breaking up all these sins Y'all think you straight? You faggot bitches all you mothafuckas start to bend [Bridge] (A-Game) Alright, time to hurt some feelings! Normally I don't diss, but I don't like these kids Fuck them! It's A-Game [Verse 4] (A-Game) Did you record those songs in a tincan? Y'all got no heart like the Tinman You Popcorn kids are shit man, your songs suck more than quicksand You think you're better? You're trippin' you can't match up what I'm spittin' So the rest of the verse I made into a letter I have written Dear Smoky-J, you're like 10 years old go back to watching Blue's Clues You don't know shit about the suu woo, so don't try that shit with the Zoo Crew And what's up with that flow? Man you soundin really cheesy Go get your own style, kid you sound too much like Weezy! Be easy, get off the mic, cause your flow could never beat me! You bit off more than you could chew when dissin' all the Z.C.! Dear T3zone, you're monotone, you never go hard you go home You claim you hate police, when your own FATHER'S in the po-po?! I should get up on that dougie beat and teach you how to rap That's a fact, you? Versus me? Guaranteed I'm handing you your ass It's astonishing and honest man, you'll never match my accomplishments Your rap career will always be your favorite group: Anonymous! [Bridge] (D.Ship) Y'all bunch of lame ass mothafuckin' Fake! Phony, mothafuckas Suck on my dick, bitch! Matter of fact, how about you get OFF that mothafucka? Hahahaha! This is Zoo Crew. Z.C. SwooZoo Y'all some pipsqueeks! SwooZoo! [Verse 5] (D.Ship) Who it is, boys it's the D.Ship Take your bitch, hit a lick and make her pussy wet She seasick we too sick, y'all ridiculous Our flows are magnificent, we'll break you like a toothpick! Fuck around and be toothless my click is so ruthless Boy you ain't gon' do shit, just run y'all mouth, y'all stupid Gip me on $150, cause you ain't got no money? You claim you a blood, but ain't your dad a piggy? Throwing up the Z, and then the C The Z is for your endless dreams and the C is for my team We rippin' up tracks, just to make y'all look dumb Watch it crumble, y'all can have the fuckin' crumbs Y'all claim that you got guns? My squad tote hella drums Nines, and double barreled shotguns (Yeah!) But if you point at me, you better shoot son! We poppin more than Popcorn, man I'm FUCKIN DONE!

[Verse 1] A-Game & T.O.T. I'm In My Zone, you can't fuck with me, at the top no one's touchin' me Put me in the ring like UFC and I swear no one is as tough as me Or T.O.T., when we hit the booth we beast mode on beats Cause we flow supreme, so cold when we speak, we spittin' these rhymes so potently Give me the mic and I'll rip it, spittin' lyrics like a sickness No one witnessed but I came from the bottom, now I'm on a hitlist I reinvent my flow, hit the track and watch it glow Plant the seeds, watch it grow, strike ya face you hit the flo' We at the top of the 941, you can't out shine us, so your time's on up Cause your style is crud and you lack dedication to make it and also your rhymes just suck (Your rhymes just SUCK!) That's straight up, 2013 we wild'n out Like fat guys at a Waffle House so go ahead and doubt us now Some nights I find it hard to sleep, I feel the devil next to me Been fighting demons all my life, it seems my mind is never free It's a mad world, it's easy to lose your way Some times you struggle with yourself to make it through the day [Hook] (A-Game & T.O.T.) Shit can hit the fan, and it might be hard to understand Or comprehend, but to stop with this rap shit bitch I will be damned I'm In My Zone, In My Zone, In My Zone, that's fo sho This world is a bitch, and it may be cold, but I'll make it to the top go hard or go home (x2) [Verse 2] (T.O.T. & A-Game) I'll take ya ass out, no hesitation, down with the mothafuckin' Z.C. nation They call me T.O.T., my flow is ill like a cancer patient Word is bond, talkin' that shit? I'm a put you down When I take your life I won't make a sound, Zoo Crew runs this fuckin' town Yo, fuck what you heard kid Zoo Crew chillin at the top of the world bitch Ridin and Swervin, deceasin' and murkin' every single beat that we get up on we servin' the sickness Slick with a written, rip it and kill it with T.O.T. we gon' give you the business Went from the "Gifted" program to dropping out of school with a mission, now I be spittin' 941, born and raised, life ain't a game but you 'bout to get played You know me, keep it real everyday! Fuck what you think I don't care what you say When I wake up, gettin' fucked up's on my brain, that's my way to put an end to the pain All these drugs all around it's a shame only got one life, this shit ain't a game This shit ain't a game, but we live it to the fullest, get up on a beat and spit it quick like a bullet Or slow like molasses or normally average, I'm In My Zone, no time for ya bullshit Pay attention, stop actin' foolish, on a track we ruthless, on a track you stupid That's a fact, to the haters me and T.O.T.'ll be a nuisance, winnin' to the finish and I swear that I'm a prove it! [Hook] (T.O.T. & A-Game) Shit can hit the fan, and it might be hard to understand Or comprehend, but to stop with this rap shit bitch I will be damned I'm In My Zone, In My Zone, In My Zone, that's fo sho This world is a bitch, and it may be cold, but I'll make it to the top go hard or go home (x2) [Outro] (A-Game & T.O.T.) Shit can hit the fan, and it might be hard to understand Or comprehend, but to stop with this rap shit bitch I will be damned I'm In My Zone, In My Zone, In My Zone, that's fo sho This world is a bitch, and it may be cold, but I'll make it to the top go hard or go home (x2)

[Intro] (Bird & A-Game) Oh shit... What? A song about some big booties... Mhm! They done fucked up! Fo sho! You got a big booty? I'm a smack that thing and make you go... *SMACK* AHH! Hahaha Bubble Butt! Skrewz Loose bitch! [Hook] (A-Game & Bird) Girl, go ahead and drop it down now! Girl, you know my fuckin' background I'm a freak like her thick in them jeans I'll do anything you want, you just gotta say "Please" Go ahead and twerk it like you in the club If you got a Bubble Butt, then you know I'm showin' love Yeah baby, drop that B-Bubble Butt We Skrewz Loose, don't make us go nuts, huh?! [Verse 1] (A-Game) She got a bubble butt I'll show her what the fuck is up I'll stick it up into her gut, then pull it out and bust a nut Hit the shower, get cleaned up, and play a little rub-a-dub Yeah this girl can suck and fuck she bang my dick like it's a drum She need a minute, cause her legs are kinda shaky Drop it to the flo' but just make sho' that you don't break me I'm a fuckin' freak I'll be bringing my A-Game, see I hit it good the first time, and then you'll try to rape me! I really love the milfs, they mistake me for a baby They think I ain't about it, just because I'm young at eighteen (ha!) She got it twisted, I'll treat her like a princess And then I'll have her screaming loud in every position Nails digging in my back, you'd think I was possessed By a demon, but she's screaming tellin' me that I'm the best, yes I can go all night, she's the one who needs the rest, bet That I put in work and barely even break a sweat (yeah!) Yeah I might be new, but don't mistake me for a rookie Call me Sid the Monster, cause I'll take your girl's cookie (OMNOMNOMNOM) I'm shy and quiet and that's why you overlook me Until you hit my bedroom and I work out that pussy And we ain't lifting weights, but we sweat the same Make her say my name, then nut on her face I kill the box, man I'm bout to catch a murder case And when I'm done? Hit up the Bird and see if she can run a train (let's do it) [Hook] (A-Game & Bird) Girl, go ahead and drop it down now! Girl, you know my fuckin' background I'm a freak like her thick in them jeans I'll do anything you want, you just gotta say "Please" Go ahead and twerk it like you in the club If you got a Bubble Butt, then you know I'm showin' love Yeah baby, drop that B-Bubble Butt We Skrewz Loose, don't make us go nuts, huh?! [Bridge] (Bird) Now I love drugs, alcohol, Pussy, shit you name it ...But there's one thing I love AND THAT'S A BUBBLE BUTT [Verse 2] (Bird) I love me a bubble butt, drop it low and bring it up! (yeah!) How the hell you get tight jeans to button up? (I'd love to know!) I take 'em off, quicker than you put em on (ok) We in the bed fuckin' so hard, we fell off! (ow!) Molly picked me up, so my bitch got jealous (shut up!) Quit trippin' hoe! Cause really? I could care less (bitch!) I fuck her 'till her hair is a mess (uh oh) She gets pissed, so I told her wear a hairnet... bitch! I can out-drink anyone at the party (you know!) I stay fucked up, like I'm on a sober diet! (you know!) I smoke loud shit, homie stay quiet (shit!) If you got a gram of good, homie I might buy it (for da low!) I don't fight, but when I do I start riots (ok) I'm on the top, feeling like a fucking giant (ok) Hell yeah I'm high, I should be a pilot (ok) I stay faded, so all you see is eyelids (I'm high!) Yeah I handle my shit, all I do is sit back I'm never sober cause I always tend to relapse (uh oh!) Roll a blunt, dip it in the lean, then light it I'm on a bean with a freak, gettin "X-Cited" (rolling!) She gotta bubble butt, you know I like that! I could tap all night, from the back yeah! Yeah she like me, I don't like her I love pussy, money, weed - what's the word? Bird! [Outro] (A-Game & Bird) Yo, your girl's cute, but she's all up on me I can tell that she's a freak, she be beggin for the D Afterparty at my crib? Yeah we smoked all of your weed For free, you couldn't get with her, that's why you had to leave, ha! I smack it, fuck. and pass it, who knows who has it now I need a bubble butt, if you don't have one? Then get out! (bitch!) I smack it, fuck, and pass it, who knows who has it now (I don't know) I need a bubble butt, if you don't have one? Then get out, goodbye!

[Intro] (T.O.T. & A-Game) Aaaah, ahaha that shit's so hard to do sometimes Yo, ayo! Ahhhhh! It's A-Game (A-Game) and T.O.T. (and T.O.T.) Ahhhhhhhhhh! [Verse 1] (A-Game) Come and Step Up and try to hang with the big dogs! You chihuahua status, we be the baddest we spit it raw! (Uh huh!) When we drop a track, we whip up a masterpiece (Yeah!) We spit the shit to make 'em say UHHHH, like Master P (NaNaNaNa!) See I'm back and all this slack is what I'm lackin', see Started out as Catastrophe, now it's A-Game with T.O.T. (T.O.T.) Rep my team, my crew Z.C., best watch where you steppin', G Cause when you fuckin' with my team? You find out I'm no referee (nope!) And I'm a make it, regardless of your discrepancies You talkin' shit, but I keep it movin', I keep it rollin' like ecstasy (woo!) It's time to wrap it up, it's A-Game if you don't know me! (if you don't know me!) I'm a pass it to my homie T.O.T. Mahoney, Step Up! [Verse 2] (T.O.T.) Bitch you know the time, it's your boy droppin' rhymes Killa on a fuckin' track, that's a well-known fact I don't like liquor, but I'm into redrum When I get up on the mic, you would think I am the Chosen One T.O.T., you know me, smoke them trees, fuck the police Keep it real, my crew Z.C., every chance I get, I rep my team Spittin' this shit like you never seen, I got an ill mind, my hands are clean I'm fuckin' slick, you can't catch me at the crime scene I don't pack the heat (nope!), but I'll put you to sleep All I need to take your life, is some fuckin' cutlery Trying to Step Up to the T.O.T., what you thinkin'?! Me and A-Game steady slayin' niggas, Abe Lincoln! [Verse 3] (A-Game) R.I.P. to the beat, step to my team and you're leaving deceased With T.O.T., we feed on the weak and we chillin' in the booth everyday of the week With a new track that's some dope shit, talkin' shit then get ghost bitch And just in case you ain't noticed, every track that we spit is so potent Fuck with the crew get left for dead, not talkin' about a video game We spittin' this shit, we stayin' insane, I'll stop writin' when I fillet my brain And major pain we bringin' it, if you got a problem? Bring it bitch I bring it sick and you bitches can't never even get close to this We got the dopest hits, flowin' like an ocean is Gonna hit a million leaving haters up in shock-and-awe "When you guys make it to the top, there is no stoppin y'all" I already know this, competition is soft like cottonballs! [Verse 4] (T.O.T.) Give me the mic, you might lose your life, I'm blowin up, them flashin' lights That nigga A-Game right by my side, said you got rhymes but you fuckin' lied Drinkin' on brew got me feelin' right, with the Zoo Crew know we down to fight Tried to spit, but you got tongue-tied when I hit the track, my flow's so fly It's T.O.T. I kill the beat, I drink too much then fall asleep My rhymes are clean like HD, high resolution 1080p You can try if you want, but you can't beat me, I'm a G-O-D on the M-I-C I hit the booth, I hit my peak, you hit the floor and you start to leak Killin' these beats like everyday, drop a track and I'm gettin' laid Don't run your mouth, watch what you say, my nigga got the chopper I'm a let it spray! Before you go, I'm a let you know the time (know the time!) Don't fuck with the crew unless you want your heartrate to hit a mothafuckn flatline! [Outro] (A-Game & T.O.T.) Mmm! Yeah, it's like that!

[Intro] So this what we 'bout to do! What's good? Or should I just say myself?! Yeah! This your boy A-Game What's up? And I'm about to show you what I do When I hop up in the booth, yeah I got Skrewz Loose like a mothafucka! But let me show you why, I call myself A-Game [Hook] When I step up In The Lab, no instrumental is safe Any beat you throw my way, you know I'm bringing my A-Game When I step up In The Lab, lyrically I'll bodybag ya I'll make these other pussy wannabe rappers back up (x2) [Verse 1] I'm a beast up in this bitch, you would think the beat had made me mad My flow is methamphetamine, its' purity is Breaking Bad (MEEAA) I know some fiends who be all up on that Walter White They say my flow is Heisenberg, they say that I be flowin' right 4 years in and you know it right, there's more to me than meets the eye Winnin' like I'm Charlie Sheen this music thing just is my life Fuck matrimony, closest thing to a wife here is this mic I'll break it down like marijuana after that? It's back to hype You can't get on my level I'm astronaut status, don't even try it cause I'm a be laughin' I'll pack up your bags and then cut 'em in fragments, run up on me then you're gettin' your ass kicked Fact of the matter is I'm a quit rappin'..... BUT NOT 'TILL I'M DEAD IN A CASKET Or burned in a urn that'll carry my ashes, you better understand that this is my habit I say what I want, I'm unfiltered and stagnant, dirty flow is how I roll Fosho let's go, you know I hold my own solo I'm in my zone Some people say I'm loco, I just tell 'em that's the way it goes Cause like my fuckin' mentor said, "Whatz Wrong Wit Me" shit "(Noone Knowz)" [Hook] When I step up In The Lab, no instrumental is safe Any beat you throw my way, you know I'm bringing my A-Game When I step up In The Lab, lyrically I'll bodybag ya I'll make these other pussy wannabe rappers back up (x2) [Verse 2] When I step up In The Lab, all kinds of havoc wreaks loose Skrewz Loose up in the booth, I'll hang inside it like a noose When I step up In The Lab, I'll make it look just like a murder scene I'll do my best to kill this shit, don't act like you ain't heard of me I'm hot as fuck like an eternity in hellfire that's burnin' me You say I'm wack? But that's perjury, if it's all about smarts I'm a nerd on beats I hear ya talkin' absurdities, shut your mouth and then sew it shut I do not go to FSU, but me and my crew we fuck shit up! Yeah! (O Lets Do It) and if you gotta problem let's solve it then Like mathematicians, I spit this vicious it's recommended you tell ALL your friends (Go and tell 'em!) And I'm honest man, to tell the truth I think I'm on my shit Good rappers nowadays are a diamond in the rough and they're really hard to find like common sense (damn!) But I'll tell you this I spit this shit so potent dude I spit for fun, but this is my life no Adderall, but I'm focused too I'm out the Zoo, and I can't be tamed, I roll with them, I don't roll with you I'm a wild child, and I don't know the rules, call me Flux Pavillion cause I Blow the Roof, boom! [Outro] When I step up In The Lab, no instrumental is safe Any beat you throw my way, you know I'm bringing my A-Game When I step up In The Lab, lyrically I'll bodybag ya I'll make these other pussy wannabe rappers back up (x2)

[Intro] Get up, get up, get up Warning: The performance of this song may be an automatic incitement to turn up and get violent. A-Game, Putter, and TrapLifeMuzik are NOT responsible for any fights or riots that may happen. But if a trick think he slick and trying to flap lips? He really needs his ass kicked. So bump this shit and let that pussy have it! [Hook] (Putter) Get up, bitch you couldn't handle what you started when you were Talkin' shit, I guess I hit'em kind of hard but that's just What'cha Get when you fuckin' with the click Black eye, split lip, bitch, that's just What'cha Get, bitch! (x2) [Verse 1] (A-Game) I'm rowdy, wild, and I'm angry catch me ridin' round on my side of town I'm like a gun that's off safety with a loose trigger I'm aiming If you talkin' shit? Then shut ya lips, we generals, brigadier I know some people, who know some people, who know some people to make you disappear It's A-Game and Putter, we snappin call it celery They wanna fight? But they out their mind, cause we might just catch some felonies I'll lay you down without weaponry, best suggestion get to steppin, G I'll take you out without questioning if you really wanna fuckin mess with me (No questioning) Been a minute since I throwed down, I'm a can of raid; I'll eliminate you hoes round Givin' em the fade, I ain't talkin' bout a smoke cloud, hit 'em in the brain, and now everything is slowed down Bringin' y'all the pain if you really wanna go now, I am so insane so there's plenty more to go round Hit 'em in the face, till he's kind of lookin' dozed out, they thinkin' that we play? Well I'm guessin' that they know now [Hook] (Putter) Get up, bitch you couldn't handle what you started when you were Talkin' shit, I guess I hit'em kind of hard but that's just What'cha Get when you fuckin' with the click Black eye, split lip, bitch, that's just What'cha Get, bitch! (x2) [Verse 2] (Putter) Growin' up, I never thought I'd be this turned up I never thought I'd smoke, but look at all this tree I burn up I'm learnin' to stay out of trouble, but I won't let a bitch step in my bubble I'm stoned, call me Barney Rubble, I call the shots my crew in a huddle I won't ever fumble not with the money in the club throwing ones at Playboy bunnies They sayin' "feed me" while they rub their tummy I'm rubbin' the pussy, the bouncer must be a dummy I'm turnt up don't fight me, your victory's unlikely Get chinchecked like Nike, get right bitch I'll strike like lightning Kaboom! Make room for the crew! So I think you better move, flow sick like the flu You might get an attitude, but you don't wanna get into it - I'm winnin' you're losin' confusin' the clueless I'm pushin' my limits, you might get offended, but that's cause you're jealous all this kush I'm inhalin' Got me feelin' amazing if you blow my high? I'll reply just....like....this.... [Hook] (Putter) Get up, bitch you couldn't handle what you started when you were Talkin' shit, I guess I hit'em kind of hard but that's just What'cha Get when you fuckin' with the click Black eye, split lip, bitch, that's just What'cha Get, bitch! (x3)

[Verse 1] (A-Game) The top is a rare feat, but I can see it clearly I'll scale this bitch like Everest, and ask if you can hear me I'll do this for my city (813) I'll do it for the Zoo Crew (Zoo Crew!) I'll do it for my fans, and if you listening then you too! I'll do this for myself cause music's all I'll ever know (Fo sho!) I'll do this shit for Stitchez since he sadly had to go (R.I.P.) That's why I give my all on every rhyme I ever wrote Yeah I've burnt a couple bridges, learned my lesson that's fo sho (That's fo sho) As far as music goes I'm kind of in a bind (why?) Cause I can't really seem to make my mothafuckin' mind (right!) I'm feeling kind of stressed, cause I can't seem to find the time Just to rhyme, my priorities are really out of line But I'll tell you what, I'm back in this bitch and I'm never gonna quit so suck my dick If you trying to talk shit, get hit in the lip, I'm a beast on a beat and I'm killin' this shit It's me and Gib and we back at it like smack addicts so hand me the pen And point me to the nearest booth so I can fuckin go all-in [Hook] (A-Game & Lil G) And if you're doubtin' me, just watch I'm bout to make it To The Top They sayin' that I'm in it to win it, I'm ready for the finish Let me in the game and then I guarantee you all will get it (x2) [Verse 2] (Lil G) I know I'm at the top, but they are gonna tell me otherwise Got the game locked up and I'm not talkin' about them other guys So why you trying to tell me to choose a side? I fucked the world, looked fear in it's eyes I bob in the weave, it's hard to believe, let's dip I got the keys to the ride Let's go! I am so high but I land soft Smoking NASA weed 3-2-1, blast-off Sittin' with a crown, knowing that I am past y'all Listen to everything I say, cause all I do is spit this raw Bitch, need to watch and learn, or you watch and listen I got what I need and all you faggots just gon' keep on thinkin' How you gonna tell me to keep on wishin' just give me a pot to piss in Sittin' on the moon with a pole and a bitch and all you guys can keep on fishin' I'm a make this the end, like Lil G you did it again Like Charlie Sheen I always win, like sippin' on water and the gin I'm at the top and I'm lookin' down, yeah bitch I'm Florida bound I'm the man of this shit, you like that sound? Every king deserves that crown, ha! [Hook] (A-Game & Lil G) And if you're doubtin' me, just watch I'm bout to make it To The Top They sayin' that I'm in it to win it, I'm ready for the finish Let me in the game and then I guarantee you all will get it (x2) [Verse 3] (A-Game) I'm a soar to the top, fuck your politics The competition is roaches, I really feel like stompin' them Rappers lackin' the passion, the drive, or even the common sense I'm doin' what it takes, so if you hate me? That's irrelevant (for real) I conquer obstacles, nothing's gonna obstruct my path You say you want to make it, then why are you sittin' on your ass? You rap, but don't mix or master, promo, or none of that Don't invest in your shit, cause you'd rather invest in a bag of grass I've sacrificed for this rap shit, Adderall plus a pad and pen And them late nights where I'd skip on sleep and just put in work on a track we did My neighbors mad so they bang on walls like patients in a looney bin I put in work with this music shit and won't hesitate I'm not dubious I've caught myself slippin' , came back with a vengeance, so now you could say I'm a boss I learned me a lesson, I'll never forget it, and deep down I'm knowing this music will pop I said it, I meant it, no turning back now I'm about to come out and make it to the top So if you be trippin', like Trinidad James you do not believe me? Then simply just watch (Don't Believe Me, Just Watch!) [Hook] (A-Game & Lil G) And if you're doubtin' me, just watch I'm bout to make it To The Top They sayin' that I'm in it to win it, I'm ready for the finish Let me in the game and then I guarantee you all will get it (x4)

[Intro] Now see, I don't usually come at you guys with the real shit as much as I want to But I'm about to change that, let's go Yo, man... I remember when me and Bird were supposed to do this beat But him and Baker killed that shit! Now here's my version This is All I Can Say. Yo, this verse right here, is 100% me. Straight from the heart Take a trip into my mind, lehhgo! [Bridge] Wrap me in a bolt of lightning, Send me on my way still smiling Maybe that's the way I should go, Straight into the mouth of the unknown Left a spare key on the table, Never really thought I'd be able To say I'd merely visit on the weekends, I lost my whole life, what a difference I've said it, so many times, I would change my ways - no, nevermind God knows I've tried [Chorus] Call me a sinner, call me a saint Tell me it's over, I'll still love you the same Call me your favorite, call me the worst Tell me it's over, I don't want you to hurt It's All that I Can Say, So I'll be on my way [Verse 1] Should I cry with the saints? Or laugh with the sinners? I've done some bad shit, yet I still feel like a winner I try and stand out from the rest of the herd Been silenced my whole life, but my voice will be heard To be honest, I have trouble when I write these songs It's hard for me to open up and just expose my heart You think it's easy if I put it on a couple bars And just lay some rhymes down, man I tell you that it's hard! Cause I don't show emotions easily, been hurt repeatedly I bottle it up. and I swear to you it eats at me That same kid who you think is in his zone With a smile on his face is a kid who feels alone Yo, it's kind of crazy how your life can change quickly Used to be a straight-edge, but now I'm gettin' trippy And lookin' back at the old me? I'm feelin' like a phony And honestly? I feel like I don't know me (who are you?) I put myself in this position, I'm trippin' Depressin' thoughts and they feel so vivid Hallucinations, you would think that I'd be out of it, yes You call 'em "bad trips" but I call it a reality check Cause in the madness I just sit and reflect And try to come up with a way for me to make it correct I feel like my walls are caving in from all of this stress, Yet I'm feeling like I got a fucking "S" on my chest, bet [Chorus] Call me a sinner, call me a saint Tell me it's over, I'll still love you the same Call me your favorite, call me the worst Tell me it's over, I don't want you to hurt It's All that I Can Say, So I'll be on my way [Bridge] Yo, and this next verse right here? Is about some other shit So without further a due, I bring to you Verse 2! Ha [Verse 2] Let's keep it goin' with the real shit... All I Can Say is I'm tryin' to show my feelings And even though my foundation is amazing I feel like I got a shaky building (damn) I lost some really good friends to an overdose Could I have done something about it? I guess no one knows It seems like only the good ones are supposed to go Cry myself a river and I'll be the one to row the boat I don't believe it, nine days before you died We was on the phone, man I swear I wanna fuckin' cry All this pain is hurting deep inside, You lost your battle with addiction and the heroin had claimed your life But see I'm glad we had a spiritual experience Some people fail to understand, they think that I'm delirious I still remember sitting in my little hideout You were in my room and we were both crying our eyes out Pretty soon, I'll get a tattoo in your memory I'll never forget how much you were a friend to me So put your lighters up for anyone you've lost Remember the good times and just keep 'em in your thoughts They say that time heals wounds, I don't know if that's right And all these good-hearted people are just losing their life It's complicated and I hate the fact I'm saying goodbye And to the people that I lost I got you stuck in my mind, alright [Chorus] Call me a sinner, call me a saint Tell me it's over, I'll still love you the same Call me your favorite, call me the worst Tell me it's over, I don't want you to hurt It's All that I Can Say, So I'll be on my way