Ft. Devvon Terrell 

(Verse: Futuristic)
Yah, two rings im the MVP
I'm Steph Curry, all I ever do is swish my threes
My shows good like I've been living NDC
A whole lotta people listen when I give my speech 
I missed the king? My bad, looking crispy clean
Smoke green and my eyes, they'z crispy cream
Turn a booth into ash when I spit this heat
This Dre beats might melt all these mp3s
Sheesh! Who woulda thought it that I'd go out in public
It's been sum' that's disgusting and everybody would bub it
A nerdy dude, now I'm stuntin', like Breezy, I'm bout to run it
And these bad girls all tryna blow me like a trumpet
I'm independent, you a puppet, the flow is like double dutchin'
If you try to jump it, I promise you gon' get hurt
Give 'em the pads, every track they be runnin' it back
And I ain't talkin' bout a football game, this on the turf like surf
This a pre-collab, my team will spaz on anything I bring in the lab
I been meaning to ask, why are you still rapping?
You should bag it up and such, you sell trash
Call Devon, like "homie, what you want?"
"What's all you wanna kill today?" 
My flow cold, but I still can't chill today
I got bills to pay, and all my haters got me feel this way
I need rings, super bowl size, I need a fine dime with some super ball thighs
You say you the truth?! That's a super bowl lie
I flex on a nigga like a super small guy
You comin' in the squad and you super gon' die
I make it look easy and I super don't try
It's funny, errbody I was lookin' up to me
Bet that right, been a super short guy, aight

(Verse 2: Devvon Terrell)
We need some really big rings cause we royal
We kings, ain't no ________(?), I got wessies
So please don't jsut test me, or else you gon' let me
Then shoot you you you you - you and yo bestie
I am your father, lying? Why bother?
Kickin' you off of my clique like Mustafa
Mufasa Mufasa, I go force like comments
I think they comin' for my head (Roger!)
Enemies, foes say my friends are much closer
Heatin' me up and I pop like a toaster
So many things that a nigga can show you
If you were a cold one, I guess I'm ebolla
Sickin' these haters like what are they feedin' you?
I am the truth and you are wikipedia
We are the bosses and we won't be needin' ya
I told y'all about Futuristic believin' me
I feel like Tony Montana, do what I want like Rihanna
I need some big rings, the shit that we makin' will make 'em complain like "your honor"

(Outro: Devvon)
That is how you body somethin'
With a hip hop track



                          Thanks to Yoza for correcting these lyrics

                          Thanks to RVO for correcting these lyrics