(Intro)
(Verse)
Niggas dead on arrival, hand on the bible
Bet I be the last nigga that ya eva lie 2
What nigga line ya & anybody round ya
Life’s no value, take a look around ya
All we see is dead people, we’re all thirst equal
Looking 2 grim reap ya, repo life take yoz & that’s that
& damn near do anythin’ fo’ mo’ stacks
Wit all that said they walking witout that?
Wit that there said ya fool witout rach
Who the livest nigga? We pick him outta the batch
Wash him up, song about it, this is savage rap
Throw a H on yo chest, nigga handle that!
Tryna figure where ya sleep I’ll have ya man do that
It’s a cold world nervel ya, now rocking the thermal
Keep ya mouth shut especially when shit don’t concern ya
I got goons on Troy Ave down 2 Fran Lewis
Anybody fucking wit snitches we call the Rag Roomy
Yeah, so ya can keep that movin’
I mark niggas 4 death, don’t let me start tattooin’
(Verse 2)
First the dynasty break up, now erryday I wake up
Rappers want me 2 prove I can still bang sumethin’
My cousin turn punk all of a sudden
Like suddenly I’m soft like an erectile dysfunction
Ya niggas is truly bugging tryna act all fly
But y’all crabs on my ball sack, hitching free rides
I know
Ya try & use me fo’ publicity
Yaz a stunt man jump into the fire, youz a beast
Yaz the illest nigga in Omaha, ya take me
Fo’ a easy lick, I see ya real naive
Yeah ya powered by lithium, all charged up
Plus that superman juice got ya feelin’ it
Yo, niggas wanna move on me &
Make history & make TMZ & this is fifty
That’s a kamikaze mission I’m Commander in Chief
Ya hit Obama, guess what happen 2 ya afta ya swin’?
Ay yo, dawg shit
Ya play yoself ya gon’ get curbed
I let ya know right now, whateva it is ya heard
From these bird ass thugs, stay chirping my name
Ya get yoself hurt bad, push me 2 display
Strength, power, force
What is it that ya thought? I be lyin’ in my songs?
NIgga I’m a boss, ya deal wit my employees
I got to couple freelance niggas that enjoy beef
Niggas wanna play chess, I don’t even play games
But I do got to few queens, nigga stay bangin’
Five star flags, six star rags
I will drop bodies but I’d ratha drop bags
Ya should know the Bandana Don, run rap marathon tracks around
Any rapper, they neva last long, that’s why they always wanna go at me
They know they want the top slot, they got to beat the top dawg
