Tony Stanza - Substantial, Tonedeff, Marcus D

Yall some underachievers

You’ll never be a boss or leader

Competitor you’re hardly that either

You’ll never be as hard as us creatures

You’re messin with Gods of the speakers

They sayin Oh My God he’s a genius

How you gonna ball from the bleachers…

Where I’m from they call that shit leachin'

Nobody working harder we beastin

This shit’ll put a pause on your breathing

Somebody stick a folk in’em please and…

Tell’em bring the coffin he’s leavin

Can’t tell if he was coughing or queefin

Ain’t built for this boy you’re a fetus

Rippin' shit apart at our event

Like a bawse and applause isn’t need

Cause we working day and night, on the low

So it’s hard to stay in sight but you know that

Behind the scenes, that I guide my team to realize our dreams and ignite

The f-f-fire, desire climbing higher and higher

I was rich even prior to turning sires to buyers

You’s a customer not owner

Just a rustler not loaner

Hold up, better own up, for you roll up

And you get exposed as just a poser

You’s a fraud, baby you ready or nah

We can see through the facade

We goin hard, from our backyard to abroad

On our job wherever we are!

HOOK

Godammit, y’all out to lunch

How in the fuck I expect that the job be done?

Hired a bunch of impressionist, sloppy chumps

Trying to stunt for the benefits, stocks and such

Slip/fall for a settlement, a thousand bucks

Ripped off, now they sweatin in a taco truck

Brickwalled by their pettiness — and all for what?

Shit nah — there ain’t anyone the boss of us

What a conundrum, who’s left to be moppin up?

Who in the f’s gonna fetch me a coffee cup?

It’s obvious none of us wanna be stuck in the office

But when I’m running biz independently — I’m the one

In front of a monitor — the devil in me got me just

Hunting for dollars, every penny is the god you trust

I’m an autonomous executive — I call for cuts

Of any incompetent secretaries — so y’all are fucked

Pink slip… but they talking tough?

And wanna don boxing gloves

Bitch, you a mailroom clerk — so when the scale don’t work, you don’t box,

you just box shit up

Zip it!

Ship it!

Whip it, good!

Devo!

Nobody making a cent off Vevo — We don’t

Give our money to Mr. Iovine, No, we keeping our c-notes, and build it up till

the profits come

Obnoxious to some, cause everybody hate they boss

Yelling bout how to make they calls

Telling em how their vacay’s off

Venting 'bout how their pay grade’s small

Evidence of the game they lost

And the main is stage is ours, y’all are just bitter

HR wanted a confidence builder

Fine, I’ma get Algo, then Kill drums with Sub — put em on a bill

Bottom line is we always deliver.

Get up!

HOOK