Next Season

[Verse 1: David Bars]

They never thought I'd be here to take it this far

Foot on the gas like I don't have no brakes on my car

Bar for bar, they trying to borrow my style

Forget next season, foot on they neck season right now

I've been nice since I started

Fully-automatic clip, I never miss my target

The aim's accurate so the legends is backin' it

I'm runnin' this and none of this shit happened on accident

Really living what I rap, homie, I ain't just rappin' it

I'm one hundred like them hundreds niggas be stackin' with

Blue faces, new faces, ain't no clothes inside them suitcases

Same niggas with me from the jump, a couple new faces

Been about it, bro, behind the wall, he fightin' two cases

When he come home, we take a trip to see some new places

There's more to life than just trappin' and things

And we ain't even see the half of them things

Plaques on the wall, I'm going Platinum with things

I'm not a rapper that sings

I'm Mike Jordan back-to-back with them rings

And I don't lack anything, I mastered these things

Masters of ceremony, the master who mastered it

Now it's hard for them to ignore me

I just ball me, that's another story, ain't got nothing for me

Hollow tips in the chamber, I deal with guns like I'm Cory

Empty the cartridge right where your heart is

And if I miss your chest, it hit your head

So irregardless, I empty the clip

And charge back against the wall, it made me work better

Rap is like crack, it ain't coming to me 'cause my work better

I'm from the Bronx where it's birthed at

The same place where my moms got her purse snatched

And still kept her head up, stay in your lane

This ain't for fame and I ain't gon' let up

And if you fall down, you better get up, it's Bars

[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]

Bruh, give the little nigga his ball back

I was involved in all that shit before rap

You lucky you just came home and your door clapped

Talking Borat and all that snitchin' like his jaw tapped

When I was more lax, I'd throw an axe at your thorax, I ain't been on that

Lately I've been on my nomad 'cause niggas no good

And these sistas could be so bad and still be no good

Type of shit that get me so mad, scenario stood

I don't think you should get no bag

If you ain't worth what it cost with it on you, that's a whole flag

I'm from 174 and Vyse by you know ave'

They be actin' nuts, but they ain't got the gonads

I got blood on my hand, dear God, I know that

Move with strategy, not emotion, I had to grow that

Niggas used to think I was frontin', I had to go back

Niggas used to think I was bluffin', I had to show that

Niggas used to think it was nothin', I had to go tax

You ain't gotta believe me for nothin', nigga, go ask

I came up fresh, came up stressed, came up, flexed

Came up less, regardless, I came up blessed

Wake up, stretch, push-ups, it ain't enough sets

Roll up, smoke, write shit and wake up deaf

It gave me shit, I turnt up and gave fucks less

The way he spit, burn stuff and make bucks stretch

I do this for niggas who probably never faced luck let

It's for niggas who had ups, but ain't touch net

This for niggas who going pain upset

This for the diamonds in the rough grindin' who ain't get they name up yet

Everything about the fame ain't great

Close ones'll criticize and try to say it ain't hate, wait