[Hook, x2]
We doin' good; got our own record label (record label)
Nigga's wanna join, but they can't bring nothin' to the table (to the table)
VMG, we independent, nigga (we independent)
Did the shit on our own, so we don't gotta depend on niggas (turn up, turn up, turn up)
[Verse 1: Tee'Jay Martin]
My nigga, we started this; me, Mac, and Dizzy Dame
From a desktop mic with shitty quality, we came a long way
Dame learned how to mix; even got us a little fan-base
I got better with my spittin'
I should be in Guiness with all these records that I break
I'm doin me, man, supportin my nigga's
Chasin' the dream by all means; my motto for my team is "Music Over Bitches"
Independent livin'; nigga's wanna join our shit
Don't take any offense if we don't let you in
It's not that personal, it's strictly business
Yeah, small record label, but we out here makin' these big moves
From not even knowin' how to use Pro Tools
To bein' pressed with radio interviews
Even expanded the crew; two new editions
T_Beezy, Lance Ruel, man these nigga's on the come-up
And they 'bout to make a killin'
So what we look like needing y'all? My nigga, we can do this shit on our own
And now these bitches all on my balls
I tell em "get the fuck, and keep movin' along"
You wasn't fuckin with me 'till I started droppin bombs
Then we came off the hook like cordless phones
Me and Dame been at it for so long, this shit finally startin' to pay off, uh!
[Hook, x2]
[Verse 2: T_Beezy]
Uh, turn up, no turnin' down
We takin flight, we don't see the ground
Switch it up; VMG, we wreck shit; leave you debris
Murder nigga's in the first degree
(Pop, Pop!), then leave the scene; you fuckin' with the murder team
Independent livin'; fuck who ain't with it
I'm swaggin' out with my nigga's; you wanna be in the picture
But we over here eatin'; young nigga's on the rise like elevators
At the top, lookin down; smile away to all the haters
Shittin' on nigga's; where the toilet paper? Turnt up, y'all need jumper cables
Kush got my eyes like the Terminator; we blowin up; where the detonator?
T_Beezy, B_Ripper; throw it up, I'm Blake Griffin
Chop' in line; I don't need clippers; goin' in like granny dentures
Codeine my medication; nigga's can't reach my elevation
Dream Team, VMG, affiliated in association
Black flag, my nigga's riders; bottom boy, so I'm a grinder
These my lil' nigga's; you fuck with em, you get rolled on like Pirelli tires, bitch!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Dizzy Dame]
Every body wanna dick-ride when a nobody turns famous
They wanna start to hang, but that's a damn mistake
Cause he rejects them all, and gets hated
Now you know how the fuck I feel; don't be mad, I'm just keepin' it real
Nothing to conceal; I never hide the deal
I just speak my mind, in time wounds'll heal
Don't ask if you can rock with me, cause the answers no, not a possibly
Where the fuck were you before I started copping beats?
VMG is all I need; all the rest can flea
So how you like me now? You don't like the sound? I don't give a fuck
I'm sorry that we're different; did I mention that we're versatile?
You don't know the word? Fucking look it up
I ain't slowin' down for the retards
Sorry if I'm a little bit too smart
For y'all to keep up; you can't defeat us
We are the beast, you're the feast when we eat lunch
Mr. "I got bars", Mr. "I don't give a fuck about what y'all talk"
My flow's so ridiculous that my dick got lost
So I became a damn prick to replace where my dick was
Fuck stars; yeah, I'm headed for a universe; I can do a song with a uni-verse
It's me versus whoever's feeling the courage
To get discouraged by Dizzy, and get embarrassed the worsest
Ha, I be's the best
Nigga's thinkin' I'm so good that I'm a teacher's pet
If you cannot follow through, then you should read the text
I guarantee you motherfuckers won't receive respect, VMG!
[Hook, x2]
