[Verse 1: Darryl the Wordsmith]

Hol’ up wait let me brush up on this flows
I got the game in my crosshairs though

Let me take take my shot bro

On my way to the top

I wanna wear that crown

Although I’m driven I still wanna run this town

Just being bold like no hairs on my crown

I pull no punches like you’re in 12 rounds

Hol’ up wait I wanna be sublime

I wanna be known as a master of that rhyme
Hol’ up wait I wanna get mine that’s my ambition

That’s my own vision

Hol’ up Wait I wanna get mine
That’s my ambition that’s my own vision, spit!

[Verse 2: Jayson Musét]

Hol’ up wait Royal Hippi3 drops
Change of the currency

Live a better life for the pain in your family
Momma always praying saying boy you worry

Dad is on another level counting up the money see
The devil got a shovel in your brain digging up your thoughts
What hasn’t money bought

My ambition steady wishing ready picking lines up
Working towards a goal and you gon never see me sign up
Meditation of patience you see I got my mind up
Spinning like a DJ mixer always amping crowds up

Unfortunately my homies had to take a better shot
Killing other n***as just to get a better spot
Fucking with a drug dealer boy you better stop

They messing with your flow man you gotta let em go
You the star of the show put a bomb in your verse
Now we gotta let it blow

Hol’ up wait they wanna get mine man forget they vision
Got my ambition
Hol’ up wait they wanna get bait man forget they vision
Got my ambition, uh!

[Verse 3: Night Owl]
Catch a n***a that be stacking up guala

With a bunch of hoes on all foes like an iguana

N***a don’t be sleeping on hippies like us
All about the peace tho

They ain’t even know that, we be killing the game
While I’m going insane with military weapons
Aiming at a rappers brain

Oh fuck blood stains on my t-shirt
Now my ambition is to own Ted Bundy’s gear, bro
While brave skinheads keep on looking bold
I be scheming on taking over the whole world
With a girl, that has no name

But ain’t ashamed of walking through the world
Untitled like a Hodgy beat tape