[Verse 1: Young B]

Take a trip to the past with me, reveal the pain
And imma take another shot im on the egde of going insane
My lyrics all poison you can feel it in your veins
Ain't shit changed im just suprised you know the name
Doin my job I'm on my grind, makin hits like all the time
You know that im runnin outta time, and these bitches be gettin outta line
Uuuuh, so raw and so real
A hundred coffins all these rappers gettin killed

[Verse 2: Young B]

Uh yeah, welcome to the second verse
Still killing all these rappers just put em in the hearse
Keep your mind straight and your money in your pocket
You flexin in the club man you boys betta stop it
I'm in this bitch I've been doin my thang
Wadadadang 9 millie go bang
Uuuuh, so raw and so real
A hundred bodybags all these rappers gettin killed

[Verse 3: Young B]

You know I'm killing my own beat you know im on, Im in my zone
Never did nobody help me, had to get it on my own
So now I spend, most of my time in the club gettin throwed
While you be outside in the line gettin cold
Oh, fuck what you talkin bout cuz I ain't even payed attention
All yall rappers suck, and I ain't even afraid to mention
My flow so crazy, its from another dimension
This the School of hardknocks Imma send yall to detention

Yeaaah, still so raw and so real
A hundred white crosses all these rappers got killed