We All In - Outerspace, Blacastan, Rah Digga

Two-one-fifth, burners up, Killadale murderers

We ain’t never heard of ya, but ya’ll niggas heard of us

Off the hook merciless, got ‘em shook, got ‘em nervous

Operation Lockdown, got these rooks out of service

Top Shelf, sippin' steady, soul snatcher, hit ‘em heavy

Toe-tag, this shit is deadly, they ain’t proper with my feddy

Louisville slugger, swinger, razor edge, cut a nigga

Bottomfeeders under rivers, never comin' up again, uh

Never eatin', barely breathin', never close, keep ‘em reachin'

Out of sight, out of mind, I don’t even think I see ‘em

Same game, different lane, always gotta keep switchin'

Rad Racer 3D, always fuckin' with your vision

Worry ‘bout what he do, what he did, what he didn’t

Fuck your life, I keep it thorough

Pussies need to mind they business

Work hard, hustle harder, I’mma always go and get it

Beast rhymes and life flow and lyrics I am so committed

Super bitch swoop down, black cape, black boots

Bust through the red tape, ponytail, tracksuit

Doin' what I do best, New Heads, clueless

Wanna test the waters, now they whole shoe wet

Now they whole crew wet, make ‘em all two step

Slide to the left, watch ‘em shuffle like Cuped

(Uh) Your army is no match for mine

We Masters of the Universe, I’m the Mastermind

Voltron, I’m headin' em, wild beasts I’m pettin' ‘em

(Walsh) through your towns with Pharaohs and Veterans

Dark Side breadin' ‘em, Hollywood like Kevin Em

Lyricist Lounge then stroll down to Letterman

You say you in the buildin' but we levelin'

They lookin' like Oh shit, who let the Devil in?

Who got minutes on they soul, we need a reverend

Ain’t even get to see they kids so we bury them

The warning, the warning

Proceed with caution

The warning, the warning

The warning

We all in

Vividly my pen paint pictures of the struggle

Born out the belly of the beast in the jungle

Last year I broke grounds movin' in cashmere

My man-son is your man, got bagged for eight years

‘round here, niggas don’t brown-bag they beards

OG’s got gray hairs, but they still be out there

Acceptin' street life as their permanent careers

And of course — there’s a lack of respect for the force

The game is you gotta get paid by any cost

The Bodega Gospel, coke in his nostril

Foul like apostle, be damagin' Glocks

I’m that, physical form of raw rap

These rich niggas broke now, they fortunes got broke down

Keep a chink on me just in case I gotta poke ground

Chamber a round, there’s no time for jokes, clown

Only Allah can judge me, fuck Joe Brown

Same as it ever was, back like we left somethin'

Blood on them Louie-V, apron’s when I chef somethin'

Cookin' with that (cooker tuck) beast niggas, look ‘em up

Leave the game shookin' up, tell your hooker hook it up

Promoter niggas put us up the highest of them High Rises

Take your team under, like Tombstone pile-drivers

Use your own style, obviously I’m a (Pharamah)

I’mma beat the child out’ya, till the bars out of vodka

Till the game out of (stock) and yeah dawg, I’m out of pocket

Let me show you how to lock it, lock, load, aim, cock it

Live with this insane logic, yeah, that I’m Gods Prophet

But I take God if it profits, man my brain toxic

I can get the game poppin' while I get the bottles poppin'

All I do is dumb shots, fuck ice, not a option

Had to call (Ride or Rock) I’m (dop black) the block is shot

Dump it off like John Stockin' (?) — Argh, I’m a fuckin' Goblin

The warning, the warning

Proceed with caution

The warning, the warning

The warning

We all in