You about that life late nights on some hypers
Flying solo never been higher
You've come a long way to limit your desires
But be careful babe your dealing with some vipers

Koopa's Verse:
What's that?
Your buzzin' in the game?
Well fantastic man hope you never change
But you probly going to hop up on the train
When the gravy stars rollin' then the passion fades
I mean its tragic all of these fake dudes
Oh so plastic, style is erratic
Kick one vocal set her whole mind free
Give me one hook and some 88 keys
I turn em' all into hipsters
Listen to em' as they say they heard the verse first
Hates never could stop
This game can't quit
Try to knock me off
On my Ben Hur shit
First move as the king
Love to the game hip-hop I'ma bring
This is limited edition babe never go plain
So watch the rhyme sceme gon' bring em' all to shame

HOOK

Groom:
Yo, it is a new beginning another fame route
The same brain got me dwellin' on this plain couch
The same lane I ain't feelin and not havin'
And not tryin' to be the one that's left
And hurt until I master it
Until I master this until you bastards just
Make a name in this game then your caskets must close
Friends of foes who knows two face bro's
Tight when I blow right from this flow
Pick a pose leavin' em' froze when I can pose
Here we go niggas oppose when I unload
I suppose that's how it goes when you a pro fa sho
You get some hoes and all of em' on your pole you know
It's kinda cold cause next they gonna want you for your wallet
I'm keeping one eye open so I'm quick enough to call it
Ha and all these wack ass niggas gon try and solve it
But you can't you'll fail cause I'm a m&* f&*( problem

Uh huh some m%^&* f%& vipers
So with this pen I spit some venom like a sniper
I scope em' out broke em' down with a tight verse
And show em' versatile listen now you ain't quite heard
We sick as cows mad and amin' at your wife first
We rollin' out so don't complain and get a life first
And quit debatin' who's the greatest on the mic
Look if your not statin' Groom then sit your a#$ to the side

Koopa:
Ey groom these fools thrown off by these rhymes
Refuse to change lines so I'ma see time
Or let the bloggers opine
I'ma look to a higher power to review mines
So pocket all our lighters
Your dealin with some vipers
I suppose my prose is equated with a fighter
I'm just gettin' on call it pre-game
Yo we puttin' in work babe hold the champagne

Hook.