| Uh huh |
| It’s the, it’s-it's-it's the-, yeah, what, it’s the-, yo |
| (Fanatics, fanatics) |
| Uh |
| It’s the R-A-D-I-C-A-L |
| They know me well |
| Only thing subtle is the |
| On the darkest of nights, I was Christian Bell |
| Rather me be the slave, but that shit done tailed |
| May God bless the rebels, protect me from the devils |
| The puppets and the petals |
| The flowers and the petals |
| My seeds from the mountains |
| The gulley and the ghetto |
| Foot to the pedal and the metal |
| True follow fashion and my think like zombie |
| Boom, bye bye while I bypass nonsense |
| Couldn’t lose conscious, they say I’m too conscious |
| Lovin', they hate I see it too often (Woohaa) |
| I’ma always be a problem |
| Sober when I swap them |
| Troubles, yeah I got 'em |
| Time, yeah, I got that |
| Work in my rucksack |
| Future world leader in my nutsack |
| Woohaa |
| No fear with bless |
| Never, never tolerate disrespect |
| If I splash them boy, they born again |
| Belly full now go cash that Kahn again |
| No fear with bless |
| Never, never tolerate disrespect |
| If I splash them boy, they born again |
| Belly full now go cash that Kahn again |
| Woohaa |
| Call me «Kojey», I can lay two, Deeney cold genie |
| I’ma always steal the moment |
| Then I vanish you won’t see me 'til you see me |
| I been busy getting busy with the busiest, plural |
| I’m too thorough but I ain’t Diddy yet |
| Footwork DDA, show you how it really get |
| Came through the front door, hi, yeah it’s me again! |
| Had to pick your boy up like I’m marchin' at the BLM |
| Careful who you call a friend a trigger ain’t for all of them |
| I’ma always be a problem |
| Sober when I swap them |
| Troubles, yeah I got 'em |
| Time, yeah, I got that |
| Work in my rucksack |
| Future world leader in my nutsack |
| Woohaa |
| No fear with bless |
| Never, never tolerate disrespect |
| If I splash them boy, they born again |
| Belly full now go cash that Kahn again |
| No fear with bless |
| Never, never tolerate disrespect |
| If I splash them boy, they born again |
| Belly full now go cash that Kahn again |
| Woohaa |
| Woohaa |
| Woohaa |