[Verse 1: The Goldprint]
Has it been too long?(x3)
Hey yo Lance, whats up with the Hold up, 'ho up
When yo album coming out, guess I gotta call up
Got the Summer On Lock, but we still repping in the spring
Yeah my homies, yeah my homies, yeah we get it in
And for you n***as who that got this message all wrong, and if this song dope. You know its my song
And Im back in the game, cause these n***as all lame, and The Golden Boy's looking for some bars to spit(x3)
Ain't it knda funny how I'm speaking third person? I gotta be a king, shawty you my only wings
And Im fading in the dark, all these haters they be stark, and the sh**'ll make you flip right around
Hit em in the face, World Star type of sh**
'a blah blah blah blah blah blah
Has it been too long(x6)
[Verse 2: Slateer]
Uh, The Summer's ours. So is Winter
So is Spring, so we all year winnin'
What about Autumn? Well Imma never fall
They must've gotten paid cause they going through fresh withdraws
Im just going through all these beats, They getting bombed like the middle east
And I got yo girlfriend on her knees, Im getting s**ed, she like a leech
No.Body can mess with me, am I beast? You best believe
I just leave the rest in pieces, tell them haters rest in peace
Ah!
Get the sunshades, hot as the sun's rays
Shawty say she balling, do you wanna get dunked bae?
Imma nutcase. Imma Baffon.I got them haters pissy: Bathroom
That sh** you feeling, the truth you living, the sh** Im k**ing, about to lose feeling
Alotta blanks I know you feel it, 'bout to fill it like brand new acrylic
You know I get it, you know Im with it,part of me mising cause my style they bit it
Feeling froggy ribbit, my flow so sick that it can't be cured with Penicillin
We all rapping on a beat, and that's how you know you winning
Artist's with a bigger picture, we just tryna pencil it in
With this bad lil shawty, shawty wet as the Pacific
Im just tryna find the lime light, but all life gave me was lemons
Now what's up with yo man? Now what's up with yo man ho?
My togue is a uzi and Im spitting like Rambo
Experimentin' with my style, rapping in a labcoat
And we ain't here for comedy but all my n***as stand up
Tizzle
[Verse 3: Rap Man Lance]
Aye yo
Aye yo, let the sun shine on a fella so that he could shine
So he could be closer to reachin his desired prime
So he could reach out and be magnificent all the time
Ok lemme stop with the large vocabulary and commentary
Me, Goldprint, and Slateer bout to k**, we ain't doing it for the paper, we doing it for the thrill
And you already know what we about to do, we dominate
Yeah we changin' the game so we gotta so I guess we gotta directorate
The way we doin' what we doing, you'd think we made it, we got that type of confidence that make the team amazing
On the way to the top, I'm tryna go the extra mile, Multitaskin' with the rapper cause Im verse-a-tile
Not gon stop until we get to the top, determination
Waiting for the right oppotunity cause we patient
Doing what we do, we got these all of these haters hating
We the future of Hip Hop and rap in the making
[Outro]