[Lyric] The 50/50 (Mo Money & Lil Stevie)

[Verse 1: Lil Stevie]

Got so much guap, got my queen wearing fashion
Realest out here, always down for some action
Asian with a fat ass, that's quite the attraction
Holding that shit since you ain't part of my faction
Envy near me like I'm Charlamagne
Now your broke ass has to watch the rain
If you want to reach my level then you gotta train
You gotta realize that we're not the same
Working all day just to grab the fame
Won't stop sprinting 'til I run the game
So stop talking shit cause you just a lame
From this point on don't speak my name
Cause we a bunch of animals that can't be tamed
Say "nevermore" to your tracks like a murder of crows
You know we're coming in with those God flows
Spittin bars you know that shit is gospel
Get mix-uped and you guessing high low
If your money don't match we give you the low blow
Oh, flexin a new fitted? Pull up with the gratata
You know I'm legendary you're more like a rattata
And you know how we deal with rats
The block pulls up squeezing them gats
Carry all this weight it's straining my lats
My pad non-fiction cause I'm spitting the facts
Wanna get all of our bars to the maximum
Wanna get success without a major label backing em
Victory after victory, constantly stacking em
Fuck the gold! Gonna be a star and get the platinum
Wanna be known as one of the greats
Fuel the fire for every greatest debate
Come up on the scene, let the egos deflate
Underestimating us is your gravest mistake
[Chorus: Lil Stevie & Mo Money]
Fuck all the laws that y'all are abidin'
Pull up in the whip with Mo Money who's ridin'
Shotgun but I'm Kalishnikov spittin'
Written after written 'til I'm making a livin'
Written after written 'til I'm making a livin'
Written after written 'til we're making a livin'
Written after written 'til we're making a livin'
God forbid if I was you I would think about quittin'

[Verse 2: Mo Money]

I'm disrupting the sound, knock you right off your cloud
Fall so damn hard you're now 6 feet underground
Yeah, I'm paintin' the town, bet you're shakin' it now
Wherever the crown, bet I'm taking it now
I don't need a payday for my squad to make noise
Your crew are snakes with AKs, Draco Malfoys
Just know that all of this ain't some kinda joke
Invisible weapon silence you like a force choke
No smoke
I'm being blunt but there's no toke
Finessing all the money till all y'all go broke
Too much salt can make y'all overdose
I'm feeding y'all too much make ya comatose
Steppin up is a risk, I'm invading their space
Just a young punk putting some kids in they place
So get out my face, don't give me a case
Got snipers on the block, let the bullet give chase
You can't front, the word sick from the wordsmith
Waited all of this time but its worth it
Holdin too many Ls, better just forfeit
Got too many boys holdin the four-fifth
Oh shit
Given the worst option, you chose it
Just go to your SoundCloud account and close it
If you got a response, don't go and post it
Unless you wanna feel what it's like to get roasted
Leave you ghosted, my squad always posted
See the light when I snap all y'all like glowsticks
Reaching the 4 block, there isn't a worse fate
I'll clap you and your squad like a happy birthday
Busy fighting the streets 'cause I'm a world warrior
Dealing with defeat when we rushdown and corner ya
Whatever your strategy, I'm already on to ya
Feels like a bonus stage with those barrels in your cornea
[Outro: Mo Money & Lil Stevie]

Just a word of warning, ain't no stopping us
Pull up in the van, Scoops, Haagen-Dazs
We might do all that just for doubting us
Got civvies yelling "Cops, can you lock em up?"
"Or change the gun laws cuz they're stocking up?"
Confiscate the money that they're stacking up?
Please, just give us a reason to hold back
Otherwise just go sit down and hold that (hold that)