Divison One/Take a Loss

Nigga, you already know who it is
Lil Paula but ain't shit lil bout me
I'm stepping hard all '23, they ain't even gone know what's coming
What's up?

I stay pissing niggas off, there ain't a way around it
I'm rocking shit that I don't know, man I can not pronounce it
I'm riding round with 6 dubs, nah I can't go without it
This nigga ran off with my cash, I'm bouta see about it
Leather the next interior, my necklace got the freeze on it
Know I'm spitting fuego, I just turn up the degrees on it
Know that I'm like wind, applying pressure, put the breeze on it
Niggas play the background like a puppet, put the strings on it
I done drove by two times, you said that you was coming out
Why the fuck this nigga talking, got some shit up in his mouth
If you need some kind of drama, speak on me, you gon find out
Why you tag me in your story, I don't know you, needing clout
Uh, top two hardest rapper in my city and I ain't two
Body anybody on a beat, get the one, two
Acting like we beefing, dead that shit cause I don't know you
If rapping was a sport, division one, nah I can't hold you
Put me on a beat, I swear to God I eat it up
Put me round that nigga, swear to God I beat him up
Said he got a hellcat, why I see him in a truck
You gon know if I don't like you, start some shit, you know its up
My twin just copped a 392, you step, you getting gapped
Speak on me or broski, now I'm really on your ass
I'm just eating up these beats, finish the plate, give me the tab
When I'm finished in the studio, I tell 'em run it back
Why you think I'm coming hard, cause I'm a dick, I like to shake shit
Got him in his feelings, now this nigga on his Drake shit
Heard they smoked your nigga, yeah them niggas like to vape shit
Giving niggas fades and I ain't talking bout a Great Clips

I love you Jace*
I've come to far to take a loss
I sold my soul and burnt my cross
You don't know how much I lost
I'm on 18th and Vine
Yeah, just meet me by the side
I had to sacrifice a lot
I just can't work a 9 to 5
So then I walked up in the studio and spent all my money on some time
But who in the fuck is outside?
I'm calling up Paula, he gone slide
I call up Lil Paula, he say "what's the problem?"
Nobody outside, the gang must of got him
I'm tryna relax, I kick up my feet on your ottoman after you suck on my dick, never talk again
City of signs, I might aswell follow them
Paula and Jace*, nobody go harder than
Pull up my Instagram bitch, go and follow it
I been feeling your bitch, can I borrow it?
I've come to far to take a loss
I sold my soul and burnt my cross
You don't know how much I lost