We making tracks, now we snapping necks
We a new era, we coming up next
See, with David to the top, and OB on the rise
Guaranteed we putting all these other rappers' games to demise
We don't f*ck with weak lyricism, that shit's wack
We the ones bring true bars all the way back
See, with David to the top, and OB on the rise
Guaranteed we putting all these other rappers' games to demise
Mama always told me, "Gotta fake it 'till you make it"
Bitch, I'm running for the crown, 'cause it's mine for the taking
I'm the king in my city, ain't nobody f*cking with me
And I put in so much work, man, this shit will make me dizzy
And I wake up in the morning with that sun on my face
Throw on a hoodie, then I knot up my lace
Step out the door and start walking
Then, the voices in my head get to talking
"See, Cole, you are a prodigy, somewhat of a prophecy
Just watch your next moves, and please proceed cautiously"
Oh, you think there's somebody out there who can top it?
Nah, just keep walking, and stop talking all that nonsense
So four years later I'm still on that same shit
Young rapper rising to the top, but he's nameless
Lost boy just trying to find his place quick
If you're talking shit, then get up out my face, Bitch
It's the youngest white MC up in the studio
And I'm f*cking up the game, like a big booty ho
No Yu-Gi-Oh, but I'm pulling cards of hot bars
On other hand, these rappers fake as Hot Wheel cars
But I'm Saintin', It's the Tape Volume 1
And I'm making all these hits, every swing a home run
Got so much dedication for this shit, my grades are dropping
But f*ck a class, I'd rather hop up on my beats and chop it
San Diego's finest, King Midas on the track
When I rap, I'm the pilot, Bitch, y'all just high and wack
We the best MC's in San Diego, that's a fact
And Double R's at West Hills, but you know we the wolf pack
Since rap is a game, I'm the MVP
And if rap was a locked door, I'd have the key
Even though we ain't popping yet with cash and foreign cars
You can't deny that Reigning Record's got the best bars, Bitch
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We making tracks, now we snapping necks
We a new era, we coming up next
See, with David to the top, and OB on the rise
Guaranteed we putting all these other rappers' games to demise
We don't f*ck with weak lyricism, that shit's wack
We the ones bring true bars all the way back
See, with David to the top, and OB on the rise
Guaranteed we putting all these other rappers' games to demise
Mama always told me, "Gotta fake it 'till you make it"
Bitch, I'm running for the crown, 'cause it's mine for the taking
I'm the king in my city, ain't nobody f*cking with me
And I put in so much work, man, this shit will make me dizzy
And I wake up in the morning with that sun on my face
Throw on a hoodie, then I knot up my lace
Step out the door and start walking
Then, the voices in my head get to talking
"See, Cole, you are a prodigy, somewhat of a prophecy
Just watch your next moves, and please proceed cautiously"
Oh, you think there's somebody out there who can top it?
Nah, just keep walking, and stop talking all that nonsense
So four years later I'm still on that same shit
Young rapper rising to the top, but he's nameless
Lost boy just trying to find his place quick
If you're talking shit, then get up out my face, Bitch
It's the youngest white MC up in the studio
And I'm f*cking up the game, like a big booty ho
No Yu-Gi-Oh, but I'm pulling cards of hot bars
On other hand, these rappers fake as Hot Wheel cars
But I'm Saintin', It's the Tape Volume 1
And I'm making all these hits, every swing a home run
Got so much dedication for this shit, my grades are dropping
But f*ck a class, I'd rather hop up on my beats and chop it
San Diego's finest, King Midas on the track
When I rap, I'm the pilot, Bitch, y'all just high and wack
We the best MC's in San Diego, that's a fact
And Double R's at West Hills, but you know we the wolf pack
Since rap is a game, I'm the MVP
And if rap was a locked door, I'd have the key
Even though we ain't popping yet with cash and foreign cars
You can't deny that Reigning Record's got the best bars, Bitch
We a new era, we coming up next
See, with David to the top, and OB on the rise
Guaranteed we putting all these other rappers' games to demise
We don't f*ck with weak lyricism, that shit's wack
We the ones bring true bars all the way back
See, with David to the top, and OB on the rise
Guaranteed we putting all these other rappers' games to demise
Mama always told me, "Gotta fake it 'till you make it"
Bitch, I'm running for the crown, 'cause it's mine for the taking
I'm the king in my city, ain't nobody f*cking with me
And I put in so much work, man, this shit will make me dizzy
And I wake up in the morning with that sun on my face
Throw on a hoodie, then I knot up my lace
Step out the door and start walking
Then, the voices in my head get to talking
"See, Cole, you are a prodigy, somewhat of a prophecy
Just watch your next moves, and please proceed cautiously"
Oh, you think there's somebody out there who can top it?
Nah, just keep walking, and stop talking all that nonsense
So four years later I'm still on that same shit
Young rapper rising to the top, but he's nameless
Lost boy just trying to find his place quick
If you're talking shit, then get up out my face, Bitch
It's the youngest white MC up in the studio
And I'm f*cking up the game, like a big booty ho
No Yu-Gi-Oh, but I'm pulling cards of hot bars
On other hand, these rappers fake as Hot Wheel cars
But I'm Saintin', It's the Tape Volume 1
And I'm making all these hits, every swing a home run
Got so much dedication for this shit, my grades are dropping
But f*ck a class, I'd rather hop up on my beats and chop it
San Diego's finest, King Midas on the track
When I rap, I'm the pilot, Bitch, y'all just high and wack
We the best MC's in San Diego, that's a fact
And Double R's at West Hills, but you know we the wolf pack
Since rap is a game, I'm the MVP
And if rap was a locked door, I'd have the key
Even though we ain't popping yet with cash and foreign cars
You can't deny that Reigning Record's got the best bars, Bitch
Writer: Cole Oberg, Nathan Delgallego
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Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid