[Intro: Chi King]
Aiyo, they ain't ready for this
Aiyo, I know they ain't ready for this
Aiyo, this is Chi King, yo A&R is in the building
We moving units, let's go

[Chi King]
Aiyo, I'm fresh out the O, with a brand new deal
Looking like carnival on ferris wheels
Quote like Jet folks, how I give you chills
Southpole on my neck, Alaska on my grill, and ill
God's ain't repping to death
We going out like Big Will, yo we repping to death
Maxing ill, been real, I'm a weapon of death
Now it's Chi King time, uh, who got next
I ain't the band, but I'm nice, nigga, cut the check
More yards than rice, when raised ya set
I'm the kid from the street, O.G.'s respect
Yo I take what I need from this game of chess
So tuck tuck, cuz ya chain is next, hood hopping
Like J-Kwon with flaming techs
Bring it back to Wu-Tang, Protect Ya Neck
I got the lock, young gunner, and I'm fresh to death, let's go

[Armel]
You scared to tell that chap, he wrong, peep the song
Chill, he might write me out of his will, ex my deal
But flow like I flow, and not let it loose
I don't gassed, cuz a brother got a name or produced
Back seat MC who scared to hold the mic
Always got opinion, never took the time to write
You don't wanna be labeled as a yes-man, fella
On the beach holding, your boss umbrella
Aight, ya'll, cut that shit out
Not the man, you get stopped at the door, no clout
G is brain surgery, yes, very persistent
To play the back of the line, too long of a distance
She like one rhyme that mess up your rhyme
Or a song that's a problem, that fuck up your whole album
I heard of milking the cow, but ya'll try'nna kill it
DJ's rape the fans, to make sure you feel it

[Sharecka]
Hah, we dropping units, don't even bob
And make your CD be 'free' like A.J. partner
Mess it and I beg your pardon, yo ain't ya'll
The same cats I seen working valet parking?
Them niggas murdering nothing but roaches in they house
In they living room or love seat, calling it a coach
And that shit you delivering, man, it won't get you deal
But you can be a delivery man
You ain't bring my cheesecake, you ain't making the band
Sperm cells on your knuckles, I ain't shaking your hand
Matter fact, where ya belt at, I'm spanking yo ass
You get shitted on yourself, where ya pamper bag?
You humiliating me, think I stand for that?
When you standing there with clothes from a hamper bag
This ain't even bomb shit, this is all my trash
Ya'll niggas, ya'll can kiss my ass