(Laughter)
Oh my god, Why you keep tickling us
Y'all done, ight my turn
[Intro]
Ima kill'em all
Hopefully other rappers don't get involved
It'd be a massacre, ima add up how many fall
Wrap'em up and pack'em up send'em somewhere they can't evolve
Im sick of y'all, you piss me off the pistol drawn
Pick apart any artist beefing dog, im a demi-god
You been a fraud, copying plenty choppers to get applause
I see you lose, now you mothafuckas wishing to see me fall
[Verse]
Fuck that, i been on a grind for a minute
Bust back at anybody tryna shine in my limits
Im independent, catch you lacking popping you niggas
Eminem and Nas, Biggie Smalls, Pac in a nigga
Rockin you niggas, i can never stop with you niggas
Off with the trigger lock, get the squad on you niggas
Hopping the fence, you tryna run and hide from me nigga
Ima always murder anybody mocking me nigga
Write a verse and get a pay stub, get yo bank up
Ima rank up time to lace up work my way up
Say some ima break some
Never late, one diss tape will get yo face spun if you make one wait son
I been on top of my game
Living the life i want to live tryna stay partially sane
I been hawking the fame got to put alot to my name
I ain't got to explain shit just hop up out of my way
I join the army to help me with money power and suffering
My mama taught me how to make it so you can't tell me nothing
Willing to die for my passion, rapping apart of my culture
Sculpting my future through music, im on my way im in motion
Hopefully i make it no way im letting a obstacle stop me
Popping narcotics and robbin' hoods got the Glock right beside
Take from the rich and i keep it but give alot to my mama
Ima cop up a couple commas maybe kill if i gotta
I been watching my father work, he been stressing for real
Go to work everyday and struggle to save and pay bills
But its crazy the way we live gotta pray for a meal
Stay in the field to struggle i can't explain how it feels
But now im on my way up, working to live a good life
Sick of the living the struggle we was putting up a good fight
I gotta get the money if im really a profit
I put my family on my back and carry,em through the projects
So let me talk about some real shit
I know my mother and father hoping i kill shit
I got a lot on my plate its making me feel sick
Thats why i wish that i can go get a break for a lil bit
What you know about romen noodles and dinner time
What you know about wishing that you can get a job
What you know about walking across town when ya fam got to eat seven kids in a struggle so hungry that they begin to cry
But thats my life, that ain't even the half of it
Tryna get a pass so my mama won't have to ask for it
Sad cuz my dad still working to get the cash for us
Im about to blast off, hope i don't need a passport
Take the mask off, i see the future under my dashboard
Sad story remember wishing my family had money
Sat with the pen and a pad lay on my lap sit in the back im listening nigga you full of blasphemy
Taking em down ima be taking em down
Look at me now, ima be taking the crown
Nigga you know what im bout, just look around
Ima be king of the town, coming from under the ground
Let it be loud, that ima jump from the clouds
Nigga you know im a dog i should be in a pound
Bitch i been ready to bound, yeah i perfected my sound
Sit on my lounge, Ima be coming around
Better be coming correct im shutting you down
Im on a hunt like a hound, i pull up and let off a round for all of u clowns the bullet i put in yo house's
The bullet i put in the Glock and i pull it then BOW
Im sick of everything, sick of everybody sick of struggling
Y'all ain't nvr let me thru the door im on my Joyner shit
Niggas wanna come and ride my wave, im the mothership
Im on some other shit what the fuck was you niggas wondering
Im next up, bout to step up and take the fan base
So check up, y'all done messed up, this ain't a damn game
I crept up, half you fuckers nvr knew my damn name
Damn shame, now im on a motherfuckin rampage
Lemme talk a lil
Why these young ass boys claiming they poppin missles
They think its cool and they getting money Its not as simple
Want to be a player, i got the whistle you not official
Im an artist, im drawing with you, i got the stencils
I can sense that nobody got the knowledge to pop a missle
My dawg'll hit you, its common sense that he got you crippled
Rocket ship i cock it and launch it at you yo body missing
Now you MIA, Em i ain't but the shit i make
Should have you fuckers feel my pain
You semi safe, only because whats in my Brain
Contains some Eminem with the shit i say
So lift off wait and blast off till you piss off dre
They asking me where you been all day...im done
(Watch'em fade away, Watch'em fade away)
Que'yon can i rap now?
What you want to rap now?
Yeah
Go ahead
HaHaHaHa Que'yon can't rap, looking like a chicken nugget oh my god
Man i don't want to be on this radio im too shy..*mumbles*
Ight ight ight ight ight that's enough fire bro, ight...we out
