[Intro: Nick Cannon]
Marshall
We still waitin'
Now we gotta pray for him (Haha)
(It's incredible)
[Verse 1: Charlie Clips]
Lord, forgive us I know that it's kinda wrong
For five brothers this talented to be on one song (Facts)
But that white boy, he is nice (He is)
But he crossed the black man, Lord Jesus Christ (He gotta go)
We gon' pray for him (Uh), and move Hailie out the way when we spray cans
We don't shoot kids and women (Nah), we shootin' amen (Amen)
Look, that double entendre kinda heavenly (It was)
Damn, Em', what you like five minutes away from seventy? (Oh man, hah)
Oops, I meant forty-seven (Ah)
Send him to Hell if he bored of Heaven (Bored of Heaven)
Strappin' the dynamite, word to Florida Evans (Good times)
I get to grippin' the Glock, he better call a reverend (Raah)
And give Eminem falls and knock him out his Jordan 7's (Woo)
Oh, you got your own sneakers? That's okay (That's wassup)
Well, to let you know, them Wild'n Out Jordans is on the way (Facts)
Nah, I ain't do this verse for the fame or the clout (Not at all)
I did this verse to say keep my brother name out your mouth (Ah, incredible)
[Verse 2: Hitman Holla]
I mean at this point it's bullyin', 'cause I know he ain't gon' clap back
So I don't be dealin' with these rap cats
I'm the best and that's that
Put that on everything, and my CashApp
A bunch of red rags and black 'Lacs
Incredible, they catch me with this, I'm goin' federal
I've been a star, your favorite actress wanna get sexual
You've been afraid, Em', this ain't that renegade, Em
Where you ain't perc’d up, you sweeter than lemonade, Em'
Black Squad, you won't link with them
See, you tried to bully P!nk and them
Britney Spears and N*SYNC and them
And got the beefin' with Ja Rule with the cops behind you
And every show since '04, you've had the SWAT behind you
Man, y'all find a all-time great in a small town lake
I hawk 'em down with the K
Don't you got a cash flow? What the fuck you mad for?
Subtract you, add a casket, that's the aftermath, ho, Holla
Marshall
We still waitin'
Now we gotta pray for him (Haha)
(It's incredible)
[Verse 1: Charlie Clips]
Lord, forgive us I know that it's kinda wrong
For five brothers this talented to be on one song (Facts)
But that white boy, he is nice (He is)
But he crossed the black man, Lord Jesus Christ (He gotta go)
We gon' pray for him (Uh), and move Hailie out the way when we spray cans
We don't shoot kids and women (Nah), we shootin' amen (Amen)
Look, that double entendre kinda heavenly (It was)
Damn, Em', what you like five minutes away from seventy? (Oh man, hah)
Oops, I meant forty-seven (Ah)
Send him to Hell if he bored of Heaven (Bored of Heaven)
Strappin' the dynamite, word to Florida Evans (Good times)
I get to grippin' the Glock, he better call a reverend (Raah)
And give Eminem falls and knock him out his Jordan 7's (Woo)
Oh, you got your own sneakers? That's okay (That's wassup)
Well, to let you know, them Wild'n Out Jordans is on the way (Facts)
Nah, I ain't do this verse for the fame or the clout (Not at all)
I did this verse to say keep my brother name out your mouth (Ah, incredible)
[Verse 2: Hitman Holla]
I mean at this point it's bullyin', 'cause I know he ain't gon' clap back
So I don't be dealin' with these rap cats
I'm the best and that's that
Put that on everything, and my CashApp
A bunch of red rags and black 'Lacs
Incredible, they catch me with this, I'm goin' federal
I've been a star, your favorite actress wanna get sexual
You've been afraid, Em', this ain't that renegade, Em
Where you ain't perc’d up, you sweeter than lemonade, Em'
Black Squad, you won't link with them
See, you tried to bully P!nk and them
Britney Spears and N*SYNC and them
And got the beefin' with Ja Rule with the cops behind you
And every show since '04, you've had the SWAT behind you
Man, y'all find a all-time great in a small town lake
I hawk 'em down with the K
Don't you got a cash flow? What the fuck you mad for?
Subtract you, add a casket, that's the aftermath, ho, Holla
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