[Verse 1: R-Mean]
Smoke a [?], get me high enough
So I'm tying up to inject the blood of a lion's cub
Meanest [?] to kill 'em
Don't need you to love 'em, I need you to feel 'em
Never smile, but I love my job more than pedophile pediatricians
Never reconcile, meaning to be dissin'
Rappers looking at me like ''yo, since when's these Armenians spittin'?''
Catch me attacking these cats on rhythm
When I spit like backwards metabolism
Rappers vanish like there's magic in 'em
The fact is I'm different like capitalism, I bring competition
Religious cats fast to be fascinate Christian
Capping the system, don't learn from mistakes
Practice rapping since back when the victim was burned on them stakes
Trapped in this battle grind without the urge to escape
[?] soldiers don't worry about turning home safe
We hear to die for the Gods, these cats ain't ready
We ready like twelve-year old [?] ask R.Kelly
Yeah, cause [?] battle to death
Desperately trying to capture what's left
Evenly balance cash and respect
Staying firm, pants sagging like breasts
I shot past through [?] in every aspect
I frag your backs next, you catch a bad rep
Spit with the fire of dragons, I don't mean bad breath
Bangladesh, I stomp feet and stomp my feet when I come complete
Buzzing three B3's, I'm truly a baller
I said I flood the streets and that's nothing to do with water
You would've been dead if it was death before dishonor
You long gone, I bombard ya
What you gon' do, motherfucker? You all talk, uh
Bitch rappers trying to front, serious?
I leave 'em leaking every month; period
Who remains untouched like a nun's [?]
It's R dash, mean I'm the first to notice you a drag queen in reverse
A chick fronting like he a man, gats squeeze, we insert clips
I grab the mic, Sway grab the heat with a firm grip
We take care of business whichever you prefer, homie, just give me the word
Smoke a [?], get me high enough
So I'm tying up to inject the blood of a lion's cub
Meanest [?] to kill 'em
Don't need you to love 'em, I need you to feel 'em
Never smile, but I love my job more than pedophile pediatricians
Never reconcile, meaning to be dissin'
Rappers looking at me like ''yo, since when's these Armenians spittin'?''
Catch me attacking these cats on rhythm
When I spit like backwards metabolism
Rappers vanish like there's magic in 'em
The fact is I'm different like capitalism, I bring competition
Religious cats fast to be fascinate Christian
Capping the system, don't learn from mistakes
Practice rapping since back when the victim was burned on them stakes
Trapped in this battle grind without the urge to escape
[?] soldiers don't worry about turning home safe
We hear to die for the Gods, these cats ain't ready
We ready like twelve-year old [?] ask R.Kelly
Yeah, cause [?] battle to death
Desperately trying to capture what's left
Evenly balance cash and respect
Staying firm, pants sagging like breasts
I shot past through [?] in every aspect
I frag your backs next, you catch a bad rep
Spit with the fire of dragons, I don't mean bad breath
Bangladesh, I stomp feet and stomp my feet when I come complete
Buzzing three B3's, I'm truly a baller
I said I flood the streets and that's nothing to do with water
You would've been dead if it was death before dishonor
You long gone, I bombard ya
What you gon' do, motherfucker? You all talk, uh
Bitch rappers trying to front, serious?
I leave 'em leaking every month; period
Who remains untouched like a nun's [?]
It's R dash, mean I'm the first to notice you a drag queen in reverse
A chick fronting like he a man, gats squeeze, we insert clips
I grab the mic, Sway grab the heat with a firm grip
We take care of business whichever you prefer, homie, just give me the word
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