[Hook, x2]
We doin' good; got our own record label (record label)
n***a's wanna join, but they can't bring nothin' to the table (to the table)
VMG, we independent, n***a (we independent)
Did the sh** on our own, so we don't gotta depend on n***as (turn up, turn up, turn up)
[Verse 1: Tee'Jay Martin]
My n***a, we started this; me, Mac, and Dizzy Dame
From a desktop mic with sh**ty quality, we came a long way
Dame learned how to mix; even got us a little fan-base
I got better with my spittin'
I should be in Guiness with all these records that I break
I'm doin me, man, supportin my n***a's
Chasin' the dream by all means; my motto for my team is "Music Over b**hes"
Independent livin'; n***a's wanna join our sh**
Don't take any offense if we don't let you in
It's not that personal, it's strictly business
Yeah, small record label, but we out here makin' these big moves
From not even knowin' how to use Pro Tools
To bein' pressed with radio interviews
Even expanded the crew; two new editions
T_Beezy, Lance Ruel, man these n***a's on the come-up
And they 'bout to make a k**in'
So what we look like needing y'all? My n***a, we can do this sh** on our own
And now these b**hes all on my balls
I tell em "get the f**, and keep movin' along"
You wasn't f**in with me 'till I started droppin bombs
Then we came off the hook like cordless phones
Me and Dame been at it for so long, this sh** finally startin' to pay off, uh!
[Hook, x2]
[Verse 2: T_Beezy]
Uh, turn up, no turnin' down
We takin flight, we don't see the ground
Switch it up; VMG, we wreck sh**; leave you debris
Murder n***a's in the first degree
(Pop, Pop!), then leave the scene; you f**in' with the murder team
Independent livin'; f** who ain't with it
I'm swaggin' out with my n***a's; you wanna be in the picture
But we over here eatin'; young n***a's on the rise like elevators
At the top, lookin down; smile away to all the haters
sh**tin' on n***a's; where the toilet paper? Turnt up, y'all need jumper cables
Kush got my eyes like the Terminator; we blowin up; where the detonator?
T_Beezy, B_Ripper; throw it up, I'm Blake Griffin
Chop' in line; I don't need clippers; goin' in like granny dentures
Codeine my medication; n***a's can't reach my elevation
Dream Team, VMG, affiliated in a**ociation
Black flag, my n***a's riders; bottom boy, so I'm a grinder
These my lil' n***a's; you f** with em, you get rolled on like Pirelli tires, b**h!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Dizzy Dame]
Every body wanna dick-ride when a nobody turns famous
They wanna start to hang, but that's a damn mistake
'Cause he rejects them all, and gets hated
Now you know how the f** I feel; don't be mad, I'm just keepin' it real
Nothing to conceal; I never hide the deal
I just speak my mind, in time wounds'll heal
Don't ask if you can rock with me, 'cause the answers no, not a possibly
Where the f** were you before I started copping beats?
VMG is all I need; all the rest can flea
So how you like me now? You don't like the sound? I don't give a f**
I'm sorry that we're different; did I mention that we're versatile?
You don't know the word? f**ing look it up
I ain't slowin' down for the retards
Sorry if I'm a little bit too smart
For y'all to keep up; you can't defeat us
We are the beast, you're the feast when we eat lunch
Mr. "I got bars", Mr. "I don't give a f** about what y'all talk"
My flow's so ridiculous that my dick got lost
So I became a damn prick to replace where my dick was
f** stars; yeah, I'm headed for a universe; I can do a song with a uni-verse
It's me versus whoever's feeling the courage
To get discouraged by Dizzy, and get embarra**ed the worsest
Ha, I be's the best
n***a's thinkin' I'm so good that I'm a teacher's pet
If you cannot follow through, then you should read the text
I guarantee you motherf**ers won't receive respect, VMG!
[Hook, x2]