[Part I]
[Intro]
Yo, I just wanted to say a quick but important thing before I start
(Don't shoot!)
You ain't shit, you'll never be shit
And I'll always be better than you, hehe
Anyway (Yuh)
Ahem, listen to this
[Verse 1]
Do you deserve this crown, huh?
Do you deserve this mansion or this house, huh?
C-C-Can you sit by yourself and be proud of yo' work?
Get the fuck up out my DM, bitch, we not finna work
I don't wanna be around you or your suitcase of dirt, pussy
Please, if you wanna stay ridin' deez
I suggest that you get down on yo' knees
Maybe squeeze on my nutsack
I ain't finna diss you, I won't buss back
Not even a rapper goin' home and take the bus back 'cause fuck rap
C-C-Can I even spit shit without being corny?
'Cause if you try to be like someone else, you're seen as boring (You are)
All these rappers sound like someone else, they see me snorin' (Ahh)
And can these rappers talk to minors without bein' horny?
Like, how you finna be a rapper? You ain't seen a .40
You creepy, touchin' lil' babies, you ain't bein' quirky
You see that yappa on my hip, you finna meet reporters
So many opp packs on my house, now I look like a hoarder
So many opp packs on the table, that shit tippin' over
Got so much loud pack in my studi', stank face at the odor
This credit hurtin', that boy stay fixed at the fuckin' order
My tires skirtin', all my homies stay face at the motor
They tell me all my tracks are fire, swear I ain't been colder
I'm in the studi' smokin' gas, that's why I ain't been sober (Yeah)
I'm walkin' up inside yo' crib, look like a supernova (Yeah)
I'm blowin' up inside this bitch, yeah, this shit far from over
[Intro]
Yo, I just wanted to say a quick but important thing before I start
(Don't shoot!)
You ain't shit, you'll never be shit
And I'll always be better than you, hehe
Anyway (Yuh)
Ahem, listen to this
[Verse 1]
Do you deserve this crown, huh?
Do you deserve this mansion or this house, huh?
C-C-Can you sit by yourself and be proud of yo' work?
Get the fuck up out my DM, bitch, we not finna work
I don't wanna be around you or your suitcase of dirt, pussy
Please, if you wanna stay ridin' deez
I suggest that you get down on yo' knees
Maybe squeeze on my nutsack
I ain't finna diss you, I won't buss back
Not even a rapper goin' home and take the bus back 'cause fuck rap
C-C-Can I even spit shit without being corny?
'Cause if you try to be like someone else, you're seen as boring (You are)
All these rappers sound like someone else, they see me snorin' (Ahh)
And can these rappers talk to minors without bein' horny?
Like, how you finna be a rapper? You ain't seen a .40
You creepy, touchin' lil' babies, you ain't bein' quirky
You see that yappa on my hip, you finna meet reporters
So many opp packs on my house, now I look like a hoarder
So many opp packs on the table, that shit tippin' over
Got so much loud pack in my studi', stank face at the odor
This credit hurtin', that boy stay fixed at the fuckin' order
My tires skirtin', all my homies stay face at the motor
They tell me all my tracks are fire, swear I ain't been colder
I'm in the studi' smokin' gas, that's why I ain't been sober (Yeah)
I'm walkin' up inside yo' crib, look like a supernova (Yeah)
I'm blowin' up inside this bitch, yeah, this shit far from over
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