Verse 1: Styles P 
Get to missin' when this pistol get to blickin' 
Get your range on the ignition, nigga, listen 
Play your position, drug dealer, musician 
Now I sell fruit, lets call this fruition 
School of hard knocks, yeah, I paid my tuition 
If I made my decision that somebody gotta go 
Then you oughta dock a boat, you could find 'em when they fishin' 
The Ghost and I'm harder than Iron Man and Vision 
All the Avengers, too many rap pretenders 
Need they brain on the fender, got the full-clip agenda 
Who lookin' for a slot? I fit you in the schedule 
Gun'll put you to sleep, the bullets made of Benadryl

Chorus: Lil Fame 
You fuckin' with professionals, we clear the place out 
In a place, leave a nigga face down (Trip her out) 
We got the spot cased out 
You motherfuckers face down 
You fuckin' with professionals, we clear the place out 
In a place, leave a nigga face down (Trip her out) 
We got the spot cased out 
You motherfuckers face down 
You fuckin' with professionals (Professionals)

Verse 2: Styles P
Well, let me get back to it
Lot of niggas hop on the beat but could not rap to it
Now me? I change flows like you change clothes
The mango on the tip of the nine out the Durango
A lot of rappers sweeter than the 14th of February (Yeah)
A pint of Ben and Jerry's (Yeah), claimin' they legendary (Yeah)
I invite you to dance right in the cemetery
I ain't bring a song, just a forty-four long
You a bunkie nigga, why you fuckin' with King Kong?
You a goldfish, I'm the megladon in the pond
I'll make you a famous ghost
Yeah, you listenin' to Fame and Ghost, you cock sucker

Chorus: Lil Fame
You fuckin' with professionals, we clear the place out
In a place, leave a nigga face down (Trip her out)
We got the spot cased out
You motherfuckers face down
You fuckin' with professionals, we clear the place out
In a place, leave a nigga face down (Trip her out)
We got the spot cased out
You motherfuckers face down

Verse 3: Styles P
Recommendin' you go or recommendin' you know
You test me, I clap like it's the end of the show
Not your average Joe, I will stab you in your throat
Tryna duck the bad habits, got a habit with the smoke
I'm really tryna mature, niggas foul as manure
But they lack horsepower when I'm stronger than Thor
I explore my options, I employ myself, so
I enjoy myself, a nigga cliquin' on tours
I'm goin' through the window, nigga knockin' the doors
If you don't get the wave, my nigga, stay on the shore
I just need a lil' fame (Ohh) and that's word to Lil Fame (Ohh)
Bet this gun'll let you dance for the cash, I let it bang

Chorus: Lil Fame
You fuckin' with professionals, we clear the place out
In a place, leave a nigga face down (Trip her out)
We got the spot cased out
You motherfuckers face down
You fuckin' with professionals, we clear the place out
In a place, leave a nigga face down (Trip her out)
We got the spot cased out
You motherfuckers face down
You fuckin' with professionals (Professionals)

Outro: Lil Fame
'Cause I'm-'cause I'm-'cause I'm lookin' for cash
You fuckin' with professionals
'Cause I'm-'cause I'm-'cause I'm lookin' for cash
You fuckin' with professionals