[Intro: sample]
I am here to make something perfectly clear
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Competition fell hard 'cause I got real bars like barbarians
Y'all looking like Mel Farr, ball-carrying
While I'm chilling abroad with a broad that's Bulgarian
With my dick in her jaws, giving her heart failure
Licking it down under like living in Australia
With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill, killing her soft
I score at will, but when you this fly
It's either limit the sky or the unlimited fall
Feel like I'm living the life of the infamous, raw criminal
Who's been spinning inside the mirror in the sky
Suspended in time like the General Zod
Connoisseur of the finest colognes, call me the chemical lord
Pure artist, and it's for sure, dawg, and-
[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my motherfucking gun
[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
God of the semi-automatic
But your ass bet' not call me no semi-god
I'm sipping on Guinness while sitting in the synagogue
Tall-spending, living large
And this to y'all niggas long-winded
I'm getting in my car and I'm skidding off
Convict of brown bricks and raw
I keep the same down chick around different tours
I tore down shit before and now the shit be more
'Cause now your boy's sound's just matured
And your shit for clowns, CB4
I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora, either/or
It'd be an honor just to be a fly on either wall of these giant divas
Any time you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war
I am here to make something perfectly clear
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Competition fell hard 'cause I got real bars like barbarians
Y'all looking like Mel Farr, ball-carrying
While I'm chilling abroad with a broad that's Bulgarian
With my dick in her jaws, giving her heart failure
Licking it down under like living in Australia
With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill, killing her soft
I score at will, but when you this fly
It's either limit the sky or the unlimited fall
Feel like I'm living the life of the infamous, raw criminal
Who's been spinning inside the mirror in the sky
Suspended in time like the General Zod
Connoisseur of the finest colognes, call me the chemical lord
Pure artist, and it's for sure, dawg, and-
[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my motherfucking gun
[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
God of the semi-automatic
But your ass bet' not call me no semi-god
I'm sipping on Guinness while sitting in the synagogue
Tall-spending, living large
And this to y'all niggas long-winded
I'm getting in my car and I'm skidding off
Convict of brown bricks and raw
I keep the same down chick around different tours
I tore down shit before and now the shit be more
'Cause now your boy's sound's just matured
And your shit for clowns, CB4
I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora, either/or
It'd be an honor just to be a fly on either wall of these giant divas
Any time you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war
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