Like, microphone, like, microphone
It's like they're clippin' to the microphone
I'll rap until I bag a singer
Rihanna, my BM, throwin' a W out that black beamer
Shoot you dead in your leg bone when I clap Nina's
It's like you are what you shoot at, cause I'm a blasphemer
The lyrical Sun Tzu jocks ninjitsu on a sensu beam
My sensei pock, I told you niggas were folk
When my mixtape dropped, you menopause
In other words, men straight, stop
Fuckin' around with a G on that microphone
Bustin' it down to a key on that microphone
The new N.W.A. on that microphone
The cube you lovin'
The new N.W.A. on that microphone
The hate on that microphone
I'm Jesus talkin' to God on that microphone
I'm C walkin' on water on microphone
You drown in a fountain of youth on that microphone
That mean you niggas died young when that mic is on
Say you gonna do A and B, homie, let's see
I'm not your average Joe, maybe Pesci
This beast has yet to eat, this track is fresh meat
I'm a son that's trackin' leaf, this a dead beef
Move like a chess piece, plan steps correctly
Niggas'll lie on you like a bed sheet
People'll turn on you like the next street
I'ma be up front like the best seat
Point my rod and open, says me
I'll part your body like the Red Sea
* the B.S., I'll flex and then flex again
Call it reflex, I don't gotta rake now
To make pals a dream
Father haters crib, play *
They house get clean, y'all fast food to me
I'ma take out your team, I want all the beef
I'ma steakhouse his dream
Hit your home stool, then stroll through your whole crew
Walk inside your microphone, move your
Gun sound off like it's on mute
I told you don't be fuckin' around on that microphone
Now your homies heard around on that microphone
Down for not gettin' down on that microphone
Told you not to make a sound on that microphone
I'ma beast, I'ma eat on that microphone
Woke nigga losin' sleep on that microphone
It's where I get beside myself like I'm a clone
COVID *, you six feet on that microphone
Nah, don't * with me cause I grip the blammy
Like Trey Songz gettin' back with Lori, trigger happy
I told ya I'm a son of a gun, that's why I call my gun pops
My extendo clip is extended family
Call me your lord, my weapons formed against you gon' prosper
Swing a sword like Tekken, Yoshimitsu, a monster
Bring the war, you bet I won't be civil
We hit Detroit, we were caught in heaven
Totally temple with cops
I'm finna be snackin' on whack rappers' corpses
Rappin' this half-animal, man, I'm anthropomorphic
At niggas' doors, when you hear that hard knock
Life is over for you, turn your daughter to Annie the Orphan
Sheesh, talk about reckless
C.O.B. flag hangin', I'll be walkin' round
Rappin', ladies and gentlemen, we present to you
Slaughterhouse record, shootin' with that 30 on me
I ain't talkin' bout steppin'
For the free, bitches rockin' my microphone
You put green on that box
Like Patron
Niggas like us was born on the microphone
My umbilical cord was a microphone
Call up the team we wore on the microphone
Army fatigue when I record on the microphones
Call us the abattoir on the microphones
I mean, we ain't nothin' smaller than a microphone
These featherweights, we set em straight
Then elevate, send leatherface to heaven's gate
Then meditate, set a date
Meet up at high noon with five goons
Take ten cases and let it spray
We chase rappers, we don't whiff, stand blog
Let's dive runnin', you a quicksand
Jugger, shoot the fade like a hitman barber
I let off a round, you do a roundhouse
And we can see who kicked back harder
Nickel, we can't find you
That's where your momma and dada at
Dome shot, blow out your brain
Won't get your dada back
Hands on with it, I don't battle rap
Vicious looks like fishin' hooks
Snatchin' rappers out they habitat
They doubted I'm bout it, gun in the holster
I ain't have to pull the pistol out it
I can punch a quarter and knock two dimes and a nickel out it
And it's gon' cost you a pretty penny
These rappers is mini-binnie's
Why would we argue with our sons on that microphone?
These rappers leave crumbs on that microphone
You shouldn't rap until we done with the microphone
I'm pop, Biggie and Porn on that microphone
It's gon' be hard for you to breathe on that microphone
I take the air out in them C on that microphone
Get you paid behind these bars, get my Rikers on
You gon' appreciate the mic when your mic is gone
I'm pop, Biggie and Porn on that microphone