Yeah
The warm up
Let me shut you out
Yeah, they say I'm the down south Nas
The east coast Pac
The Carolina Andre
The Fayette, Nam Kanye
So join it, can't beat it
To all the non-believers,
if you missed it,
I'll repeat it
I'm the light skinned Jesus
Here's my thesis for them niggas with them pieces like Reese's
We ballin' while we winking at your bitch up in the bleachers
She feening just to hop up on my *
like she was featured on that pizza *,
bae
Keep on squeaking like some sneakers on
the court Here's some lines you can snort
Food for thought,
here's a fork,
no pork,
dammit Keep it pure,
organic,
what's the score?
Lord,
it's a blowout You niggas out here shouting,
but see me,
I'm just gon' show out
Bitches destiny,
no doubt Niggas testing me more,
but I'm sure
Look homie,
I know my *,
you'll give a tour of the store
I'm bored,
this * is simple On instrumentals,
I'm Kimbo
Slicing on any tempo I'm busting like mini pimples on the temple
Go hard like I just seen some nipples on Beyoncé
You'll disrespect the whole,
but if I didn't,
I'd be beyond gay
Almost erased some lines,
but in the end,
I chose to keep it
Cause if I said it,
I really,
I really,
I really mean it
Yeah,
and that's just the warm up, baby
I really mean it, I'ma show you
Let me get into it
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
look,
nigga I rep my city in your city just to let
you niggas know just where I'm coming from
Real nigga troublesome,
gats all around them niggas,
waits like a cummerbund Leave you leaking to the plumber,
come,
still we ain't running from no man
Look bitch,
I'm hot enough to melt a snowman Hey,
pack your bags,
mama,
we getting the * up out of Poland
Cause I'm programmed for the dope,
why you hold hands with a hoe?
You ain't got no chance when I flow Bitch,
I was a grown man when I was four,
boy,
so sit your ass down
You looking at the class clown slash
valedictorian slash whooping nigga best dressed
Back in school,
you was just a stupid nigga And now you're
rapping all you talk about to Cooper,
sicker
Your top is dropped,
but the cops is out here shooting niggas,
stupid nigga
See me,
I write a tatter truth to niggas You out here stunting,
niggas is out here fronting
Nigga,
you good for nothing,
I'm freestyling,
coming off the dome
Bitch,
Macaulay Culkin,
home alone,
I don't even know why I said that
But bitch,
I get bread,
that's enormous,
got niggas on my dick,
man,
I'm dormant
That means I'm on the low,
that means I'm on your hoe
That means I'm about to dome,
nigga,
I'm coming off the dome
Bitch,
I'm ill all the way to the chromosomes in my body
Bitch,
get hit with the 12-gauge shotty,
the Maserati,
driving like Mr. Cosby
Nigga,
no,
I'm coming through,
I got the sicker flow
I'ma hit the motherfucking niggas with that nickelo,
that drunk *,
that ill *
Coming through,
I feel * like whoops,
bitch,
you need to read a book,
bitch
Yeah,
you see me rapping like a crook,
bitch,
that mean my rhyme is deadly
Bitch,
I'm like a medley,
a medley,
oh,
I'm * up,
man,
that's the one