Niggas don't rap no more,
they just sell clothes
So I should probably quit and
start a line of bathrobes
I'm cold like Missouri,
ask Sir i if I'm that nigga (style)
She'll probably answer back
"Don't ask me stupid shit, my nigga"
I'm a stone-cold degenerate, degenerate,
working out with no membership (yeah)
I'm in LA, you wonder where the bitches
went? (Where the bitches go?)
My manuscript,
I can't handle it
Eat ya ass like I'm
Canibus (haha)
I show up on your screen
like televangelist
And they have faith
that I can clap those cheeks like-
Get ting Brown to your yard,
need more than a milkshake
An d I say I'm out here
I'm up though (I'm up though)
They wanna see me fall off, but they nuts,
bro (but they nuts, bro)
I keep the custos (custos) at the
front door (the front door)
We got a line around the corner for
this dope flow (go)
Uh, yeah
Yeah, some of you niggas be
talkin' that shit
And you spend all your life being
muhfuckin' rats
Gettin' lined up ain't enough
Gettin' slapped ain't a dub,
getting shot and do nothing back
Shut the fuck up with them subs
How you posting all day,
but claim that you packing a MAC?
This nigga ain't in my league and
ain't right in the head
We gon' pull yo' daddy out his casket (suck my dick,
bitch-ass nigga)
I thought we chased yo' punk-ass
off off the scene
Caught the Raekwon, you should
stick to the cream
Servin' these niggas like
I'm Paula Dean
Blood raw, I don't what I eat
Hook shot, bitch, I think I'm Kareem
I don't believe what you say
in them beats
They gave you hands and cleats,
why you still postin' memes?
Why you ain't grab no beam?
This nigga still on my feed,
talkin' what he should've did
Should've-could've-would've ass ass ass nigga,
why the fuck you ain't it did it?
The way that you talk someone should've been missing,
my boy
It ain't real,
'less you can't see that
Uh-uh
You You can't be broke
and over thirty
Getting your ass beat, where you sleep at,