Donwill:

Gotta voice and i’mma use it
my nigga told me choose a
side, pick one, have not have some
what have i become? lord have mercy,
ths starving artist shit is played hungry and thirsty
we’re not worthy, my bad you ain’t
whatever i wanna do, i can you can’t
“wasn’t it one more of you? damn what’s dude’s name?”
fuck, I’m drawing a blank um…

Ilyas:

Ilyas, really im still part of the familia,
girls scream my name like im Beetlejuice
‘will you be my Lydia?’
I pity im not digging you out
then getting rid of you now,
id rather catch a nap than chance catching chylmydia,
not trying to be the riddler,
but Il would love if you would leave me,
alone when im on the microphone dont try to critique me,
just greet me, with a welcoming ear,
we’ll always be out front,
but our peers are welcome to their rear
hear cheers

Von Pea:

more rapping about rap from the morgans,
somewhere posted where im the one foreign,
talking to one of the queens daughters,
she was like ‘id pay a milli to see you work in them
close quarters in the middle of bed stuy,
writing rhymes spitting fly, same city where
Talib spoke of getting by’,
I replied homes where I carry it,
whether im out in Farragut,
or rocking pro tools at the marriott

Donwill:

I’m tryna be great, living out a suitcase
same show, different stage barely even know what day
it is… but i know my fee
and i know if i don’t see it then they won’t see me
a punk promoter get the poker?
what up Steve
you’re never broke if they owe you?
word up?! please..
i digress, i’m chillin at the crib baking chicken
waiting on my next shipment adidas or Rocksmith bitch

Ilyas:

and the chickens always bitching,
cause we itching to get missing,
cause my mission was get friction
with addiction switch positions
nope no kissing
now im living very different
no religion but ive given up the life
I lived inside that mental prison,
third eye vision,
now ive risen higher Elijah
messiah, he firey like a dragon
until I retire, im not bragging
speaking truth to you oompah loomps,
scoop you up with a pooper scoop,
remember TM will always be that super group

Von Pea:

while the rest of yall still hating on the south,
I was at the waffle house with the red carpet out,
all star breakfast, gone off plenty gin,
nah im past 21, old enough to get it in,
im like Jada first bar off of Benjamins,
even with niggas rapping over me,
im eyeing my groceries,
making eggs while she fixing her hosiery,
you niggas is ctrl + c,
so how you think you gon compete?

Donwill:

Swerving through San Fran, listening to Sandman
tryna find a spot where we can post and park the tour van
cop a pair of newer vans grab some grub and wi-fi
treat a nigga city like his crib and just slide by
scrolling through my timeline for side eye or high fives
to find out i got recognized off in Five Guys
crazy ain’t it, my life? now wait a second while i
transform from superstar to ordinary.. voilà

Ilyas:

haha, abaracadabra,
laugh at you rappers backhand,
slapping you backwards,
nothing after this chapter my man,
the aftermath is like Japan,
soundwaves crashing your land,
your mami tsunami’d on my salami I do what I can
you compressed concentrated booty ass in a can,
ask the genie in the bottle bout the bird in my hand,
I flip 2 to the Bush,
middle finger sex,
fuck you twice come menage with disrespect

Von Pea

no identity crisis,
this aint a concept this is my real life,
which has had its own hurdles, trying to get off of myrtle,
and get it off me,
the hood will have you thinking you dont deserve what you need,
im ready to look out of my window and see trees, and if that aint funny to you we share the same dream,
fuck going to the incinerator and seeing fiends,
im coming after my things
and bringing the whole team
lessondary!