Unemployed Tierra Whack

[Verse 1]
I must be a criminal (Yo)
Keep your talkin' minimal (Yo)
'Cause most of it's subliminal (Yo)
And it'll put you in a critical (Yo, yo)
Used to be invisible (Yo)
They would refer to me as mythical (Yo)
Sippin' on Mastika, yeah, I sip it slow (Yo)
Not on my level, not on your tippy-toes (Yo)
Walk in the bank and I yell, "Gimme those" (Yo)
Hot as a stove, yeah, I'm wearin' Fendi clothes (Yo)
I'm want my spot, yeah, look at Wendy nose (Yo)
My niggas eatin', they gettin' minerals (Yo)
If you throw shots, then you know my men'll roll (Yo)
Up on your block, now you lookin' pitiful (Yo)
Tinted the windows, I need a minute, yo (Yo)
I'll leave your missus all mad and miserable (Go)
You picked the wrong time to pick a fight
Your bitch a dyke, she think she Ike
You sippin' on a drink that's spiked
Enough for you to say goodnight
For the rest of your life
I know your sons won't miss you
I did a favor for them niggas
Took a loss to a winner
Rick Ross, you been dinner
You ain't fly, I make your wings stop
I'm real as fuck and your ring's not
Fresh as hell like a king's socks
Your real car is a slingshot
Don't need a gun, I use a slingshot
If I was a beverage
You would have to drink hot