[Verse 1:Johnny]
Chilling and spitting on this microphone
Don't need my guns ill just leave them at home
Don't need to be a gangster if you can spit like a G
There isnt just me in the after life motherf**er theres three
Resurrected beef from the year 2003 you all lucky for now our flows free
Were just chilling typing up a freestyle now losh get on the board and make the crowd smile
[Verse 2:Losh]
See what you dont know I ain't spit in a while
But I stack these paper like files
And now I started im not going to stop
If you lifes on time you got 3 minuets on your clock
Afterlife got you left you looking more f**ed up that 40 glocc
And this isn't no motherf**ing joke im a mic that has never f**ing chocked
We told you we was bringing back beef lil wayne you f**ing f*ggot you've lost ya teeth
Skinny pants and some vans
f** that I'mma crack open these whip a** cans
And f** you and the rest of young money
After life records b**h and we dont think its funny
Theres a f**ing big difference between me and you drake
Im real your just f**ing fake
We are going to take the game by storm
And f** buck up in lyrical form