[Verse]
I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout who flex the most
All these funny n***as with cloudy jewelry at these award shows
Was never rich, but dropping gems to poor souls
Tap a super model, she bound to need Morse code
Screaming with my head in her box, it ain't a Vogue pose
God's favorite, a public enemy, love my women in all flavors
If I made it, we all made it
'Pac reincarnated, spitting on cam, fuck 'em
But I'm just me, I never claim to be the toughest
Ain't gotta tell fake dope stories for you to love 'em
Blood rushing like when a Russian, is hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin used to tease me, call me crack baby
Tell 'em nothing changed, still dope, baby
Lately, I ain't for the monkey shit
Shooters with banana clips, dumping 'em
Catching 'em slipping and peel 'em up at the family function and
Tell me who I'm up against, I run this shit
N***a, the only thing could kill a legend is a double dish
Ride on 'em, me and Nickel Nine on-a ya
You know I snuck the thing in this bitch just like a foreigner
Pay no mind, it's no biggy, but shit I'm warning ya
The way I ball gon' make a n***a cornier
Tell the coroners "come", baby, there's been a murder
Never was underrated, n***a, I'm unheard of
You outta line like you ain't got a lotta drive
Fuck around and clash with some n***as you idolize
Bottom line, I'm a man with a lot of pride
Got my mama's eyes
From the ghetto, I'm traumatized, where I lie confined
As I watch my demons ménage screaming "I'm alive"
Life is a freak, I put faith in this lady marmalade
I just sign on the dotted line
It's for rappers who look like they get sodomized, you outta time
Hold up, OK, I'm back in business
Will never slack, I'm stuck in the era of trap pretenders
Who would have known
The underworld was filled with Master Splinters
Life is a bitch, my biggest distraction, the baddest women
My momma told me, n***a, focus on academics
I'm pistol touting, the biggest bang could slap a chemist
I'm Maury Povich, momma crying 'cause daddy missing
I'm back with vengeance, the label gave me no rapper image
I'm too authentic, I'm too much for the avid listener
The Baptist sinner, stick up n***as like Robin Givens
I'm from the city, they blow our brains, we optimistic
I'm dropping wisdom, no competition, the hottest n***a
I'm riding Phantom, with your bitch, that's a goblin visit
I went from no pot to piss in, to a pile of dishes
It feel like I'm Pac's apprentice with a pinch of Catholicism
The modern Jigga, the Nas mixed with the album Thriller
You dancing with the stars, the cosmos are out of rhythm
These n***as hating, my patience thin as these model bitches
I balls out my cash straight, I'm Skyler Diggins
Balls out, cash straight, you gotta dig it
I'm hotter then a lot of n***as, fuck it, all them n***as
I'm going nuts, George Carver, n***a, pause a n***a
Fresh like a Harlem n***a, man, what's wrong with n***as
Tell your baby momma she should call an awesome n***a
Ferrari Spider, shit look like it's just crawling n***a
I'm the man, did that shit with no father figure
My shooter Cole with the Tommy like watching Martin, n***a
I'm so for real, my jokes are deep, the sharks will giggle
I'm talking riddles, the game's a jungle, I'm Robin Williams
What's poppin' n***a we eating, it's time to starve them n***as
L.A. Leakers, what's poppin', it's time to starve them n***as
If n***as won't somke we gon we the coffin, n***a, bam