Niggas older than me
But they bit my lyric
Bitch I ain't trying
To hear it
Shit ain't right
With my spirit
Like an exorcism
I strike first and my niggas
Going to be the next to get him
Trying to always give
Advice on my shit
When you've been
Stuck in the same spot
Just admit bitch nigga
You know you ain't hot
You're not my OG all I
Desire you ain't got
Telling everybody you got
Pride you your pops kid
Faggot you can die
The same way that your pops did
Don't test the god if you
Ain't ready to pop shit
Niggas swear I'm sweet cause
I make love songs and pop shit
Look my cerebral is like
That white boys at regal
Shoot at everyone
Give a fuck if it's legal
Your bitch studies my bone
Like paleontologist
Fuck her 'till she squirts
I'm sure you got the gist
Fuck her fast then out the
Door I Russia like a communist
I get paid to rap in clubs
And nigga you not on the list
Hoes love fame
And it's a shame
Nobody know your name
And they never will cause if they
Try they'll prolly get kill
I got skill nigga chill
Understand I'm God's will
Don't ever pop off my
Nigga just pop a pill
Die and be with poppa
No one here love you like poppa will
How you broke but was granted
Everything from your poppa's will
Papadopoulos your statements is
False you adopted this
Fraud mentality to make you
Think you run the populous
When it comes to rap but
Bitch I'm here to put a stop to this
I just killed you so make sure
That you go give your pop a kiss
Nigga
Keep this bitch running I got
More left in the tank let's get it
Lyrical machete
For any nigga that's petty
Make him think quadruple
Over any verse said he
Who shall thou not tempt
Every verse said me
No nigga rapping out
Here can dead me
White boys rob
The culture to get over
Just don't rob from me or
I'll leave you in a coma
Fake likes and views
But in a rented rover
Crazy how people think
They really winning off of payola
Niggas out here really
Run with other niggas styles
Give them an inch of your steez
And they end up having miles
Regardless of it all
Niggas know that I'm the truest
Niggas know that you ain't
Really earn them stripes
Marvin Lewis
Enemies disguised as
Friends these niggas
Judas
But fuck it dog y'all
Already know I'm where the loot is
Niggas in cahoots to make
Egos less frailer
Snakeskins stitched together
By a tailor
Dreams of whipping foreign cars
With a Saudi hoe
Burn challengers and even
Leave burns in your audi hoe
Aye yo who the fuck
Said I ain't makin classics
Tell them dumb motherfuckers
That they all faggots
It's a murder scene and
This shit is quite graphic
Play this for any nigga that
Think he want static
Nigga