[Verse 1: Sam Black]
Somebody tell Drake and Kendrick I need a minute
Can't pimp a butterfly from my view, but don't get offended
To Ross: I need a deal, to Wayne: I need a pill
To Puff: I need a hearse with B.I.G. behind the wheel
Oh Lord, I'm goin' nut again, flow comin' in
You sayin' your struggle's like me voting Republican
I can't see it, your mom and dad, they had a job
I'm from the gutter, my mom and dad ain't have a lot
I come from Jers' where they [?]
You miss your target, spin back but it hit the ball
Granny told me 'fore she died, keep my faith in Lord
Man, it's like I really try, but he duck my calls
The game full of these melonies and these dread-heads
A bunch of sensitive thugs killing my headrest
Sprite, [?], starting my deathlist
Put a couple of you lame rappers on bedrest
[Interlude: Young M.A]
Ooouuu
[Verse 2: Ms. Jade]
By myself, no squad and no crew here
Triple OG so I don't give a F who here
Name ring bells like twelve on New Year's
Bag ain't secure, nah, I ain't ridin' through that
Philly girl from where they greet you "salaam alaikum ahki"
Bundles in my hair, that's the only thing that's fake about me
Gone for a minute but they still rant and rave about me
Everything solid with her, ain't nuttin' shaky 'bout me
Tell 'em something better, tell 'em this
These lil' hoes ain't a threat, they couldn't wrap a gift
These lil' boys prolly tell for three-to-six
Still on your favorite rappers' favorite rapper list, yeah
You know the price rate go up
Comin' through shinin' like Mitch when you pull up
Rather be callin' room service in a villa
Oh, who we 'posed to call when the police doin' the killin'?
Somebody tell Drake and Kendrick I need a minute
Can't pimp a butterfly from my view, but don't get offended
To Ross: I need a deal, to Wayne: I need a pill
To Puff: I need a hearse with B.I.G. behind the wheel
Oh Lord, I'm goin' nut again, flow comin' in
You sayin' your struggle's like me voting Republican
I can't see it, your mom and dad, they had a job
I'm from the gutter, my mom and dad ain't have a lot
I come from Jers' where they [?]
You miss your target, spin back but it hit the ball
Granny told me 'fore she died, keep my faith in Lord
Man, it's like I really try, but he duck my calls
The game full of these melonies and these dread-heads
A bunch of sensitive thugs killing my headrest
Sprite, [?], starting my deathlist
Put a couple of you lame rappers on bedrest
[Interlude: Young M.A]
Ooouuu
[Verse 2: Ms. Jade]
By myself, no squad and no crew here
Triple OG so I don't give a F who here
Name ring bells like twelve on New Year's
Bag ain't secure, nah, I ain't ridin' through that
Philly girl from where they greet you "salaam alaikum ahki"
Bundles in my hair, that's the only thing that's fake about me
Gone for a minute but they still rant and rave about me
Everything solid with her, ain't nuttin' shaky 'bout me
Tell 'em something better, tell 'em this
These lil' hoes ain't a threat, they couldn't wrap a gift
These lil' boys prolly tell for three-to-six
Still on your favorite rappers' favorite rapper list, yeah
You know the price rate go up
Comin' through shinin' like Mitch when you pull up
Rather be callin' room service in a villa
Oh, who we 'posed to call when the police doin' the killin'?
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