HOOK:

Who that on yo team
Willin to squeeze
When they hurt ya?
Can you call somebody
When they foul and desert ya?
You the only one on yo
Whole squad with some nerve huh?
Then you know you fuckin
With them clowns in yo circus

Verse 1 - PSALM:

Who said I couldn’t ride around like this
With a sound like this huh?
They can never get a handle
On a chick like me with a real baddie
By my side
Nowhere to hide
I could just slide
I know you lie
That’s why I glide
Holdin my self
None of you
Will never put a nigga on the shelf

I done made the formula
To make it on my own
Can’t nobody tell me how to move I’m grown
All these little babies gettin groomed for bullshit
That’s why I stock up on bandaids and bullets, bang!
Niggas is actin foolish mane
Leaders is actin ghoulish, damn
Hand me that holy water
I’m not yo savior or martyr, shit

I’m on a real nigga scholarship
No you clout demons can’t sign up
You can go shootin yo mouth off
I'ma keep plans in my mind tucked
Watch out for some of these allies
Watch out for some of these bad guys
Watch out for most of these good guys
They let the truth and the good die

But it’s all up for you to decide yuh
Niggas in the city real foo like fighters
I'ma keep my circle so tight in the square,
Hit stick and move
stick and move Mike Tyson
I don’t really give a single fuck who like her
Fans love a bitch this future so bright,
I sleep so muhhfuckin good at night
Bag is secure and my soul lookin right

HOOK:

Who that on yo team
Willin to squeeze
When they hurt ya?
Can you call somebody
When they foul and desert ya?
You the only one on yo
Whole squad with some nerve huh?
Then you know you fuckin
With them clowns in yo circus

Verse 2 - ANGEL:

People think they running shit
Cuz they can run they mouth
These niggas talk,
Money only brought clout,
$ilk, where you been? We was stuck in a drought
I was at the range, zeroing a scope and laying rounds

Minding my business, tryin not to get ignant,
Boy it’s a pandemic, But niggas can get it
I don’t cut corners and I got good vision
We shifting the culture like fucking magicians

I don’t need pretty alibi to understand these niggas,
And they many sides,
On they petty ass
Like the credits mine,
Playing devils ad with my fucking wife

12 gauge and my 9 displayed, and my 38 if you really try it
Homies real with good street credit,
My bitch bad and my brother ride

Summer taught me anything, I'm ready
Everything get petty, ain’t no rules applied,
Wanna get active, I practice patience on the daily
Ain’t no simulating my fucking vibe

I’m gone be angry, and dangerous
Don’t play my time or donations,
Quite frankly this shit is outrageous,
So talk to me nice or get outta my face

You could find me putting work in on a bike, bitch
Fucking with the right witch, Li'l chick big rep,
Circle-like a vice grip
Everybody strapped and ready to get anointed
I ain’t falling off I’m a blessing and they annoyed

Lesson is a message, pay attention
Ain’t a game
Big Bad $Ilk and I’m addressing everything
They can talk shit or we scrap it ain’t a thang
I'ma bully anybody who on dummy, ain't ashamed

HOOK:

Who that on yo team
Willin to squeeze
When they hurt ya?
Can you call somebody
When they foul and desert ya?
You the only one on yo
Whole squad with some nerve huh?
Then you know you fuckin
with them clowns in yo circus