[Blake]
Below the underground
Like a fossil uncovered now
A missing link in the rap clink
I'm in the pink ink
Leak from my pen
Scribing life until the end
Clean ya ears out
So I can make em ring for years now
Forming followings
Jump on the train to finer things
Michael kohrs on the wrist
With them fly Giuseppe kicks
If mj sick
Then I'm james bond slick
I'm a fucking T-rex
An I'll wreck you team next
Like Mr. T Yes
I pitty ya fool
The lyricism non existent
Be missing from my rhymes
If you read through
You might catch a ghost in the lines
He fuckin floatin through the lines
While I get after mine
Who the baddest motherfucka that be?
Bitches that's me me me
Meet ya in the streets and
Ima leave ya squad leaking
You wanna fuck with me
I won't stop until yall beaten
I'm hotter than the hottest sauce that burn your ass
I'm burning masses
Making messes
Calculated guesses
Checking checks up off my check list
I'm a mother fucking boss so I do what I want!
These other fucks is lost
Always want to but don't
Everything I do mane
It's part of the plan
Jump out the fucking oven
N in to the frying pan
It's all about the money
It's all about the power
Ain't a damn thing funny
My taste is kind of sour
Life hands me lemons
N I throw them right back
When they ask me how I got here
I made this shit from scratch!
Laying down my ciphers
in the mother fucking trap
When they ask me how I got here
I made this shit from scratch
I just tell em people felt it
Modafucka I built it
Haters in the cut they call me young Bleezy
Haters in the cut only hating cause they can't be me
I'm back on a track
An I'm stepping on the cracks
This is Blake not lively
Drips from the IV, nightly
I be grinding through the critics
Adding names to the hit list
I'm the fittest of the fittest
And you know I don't know what quit is
Got this base bumping through your bones
Bitches it's on
Until we meet again, deuces
See you in the next song

If you see some bad bitches, GO GET EM
Motherfuckas on your hit list, GO GET EM
Wanna bees' so ridiculous, GO GET EM
Stack them bars and riches, GO GET EM
GO GET EM
GO GET EM
GO GET EM
GO GET EM

[Rob Boss]
Straight up homicidal
Call the doctor, press the dial up
Watching these residuals and dead bodies they pile up
Robby is not to be tested, thick bitches be hesitant they
Never saw their diet being sugar cubes and dick bone
Full grown, drop it down I’ll let you drink the pudding
Knock some fucking sense in you bitch you never understood
That I’m a motherfucking lyrical murderer not a purist, you faggots be tripping hurdles
Before I spit all my curses,
I’m cursing in waves, Watching the typical rock sink deep in the haze, bang
Bring me the bae, bring me the- bring me the bitches and liquor, I cannot behave
Fucking bitches to infinity definitive edition booty licking rap entity
Die like a Kennedy, fucking all these dirty hoes she mary Monroe I’m John Kennedy
That ass swerve side to side, you acting like you never saw a rapper like me
With the glasses and a black T in your sheets, I’m Charlie Sheen without the aids
Get paid, got switch blades and bitch maids, rolling hard on cocaine
Fired up like propane, game
I’m looking at you
I’m looking at you
Bitch