Woooosh! G-Bob man, save your f-Euphoria I calculate, you're not as calculated I can even predict your angle Fabricate stories on the family front Cause you hurt Mr. Morale A pathetic master manipulator I can smell the tails on you now You're not a rap artist, you're a scam artist With the hopes of being accepted Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection I make music that electrify em, you make music that pacify em I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness Know you're a master manipulator, and a bitch who a liar too But don't tell no lie about me, and I won't tell truths about you Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!
Shoooooo! Shoooooo! Shoooooo!
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Beep! Beep! Beep! Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah I'm low okay Yeah, the island right here is remote okay I ain't thinkin'about no Reaper Nigga, I'm reapin'Why that so okay? G- The Benjamin and the Jackson All in my house Like I'm Joe K Hellcat Made his own boys And them types LA solo K Everybody wanna be demon Till they get chipped By a throwaway And I might do a show a day What's a lame?
Always a lame Oh you thought the money The power of fame will make you go away Have you ever played? Have you ever? Okay nigga let's play Have you ever walked your enemy down?
Like with a poker face? Have you ever paid 500,000? Like to an open case? Well I have and I failed at both But I came out straight I hate when I rap or talk about guns Then somebody die, they turn into nuns Then I hop online like pray for my city He faking for likes and digital hugs Is daddy a killer? He wanna be junior They must have forgot the shit that they done Dementia must run in this family But let it get shaky I park your son The very first time I shot me a Drake, the homie had told me to aim it this way.
I didn't point down enough. Today I show you I learned from those mistakes. Somebody had told me that you got a ring.
Oh God, I'm ready to double the wage. I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave. Cut the business, you got shit twisted What is it, the braids?
I hurt your feelings, you don't work with me no more Okay, there's three girls left And I see two of them kissing and hugging on stage I love her to death And in eight bars, I'll explain their phrase There's nothing nobody can tell me I don't wanna talk on no celly You know I got language barriers There's no accent you can sell me Your colon, I really know I'm a selfish nigga, the crown is heavy I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly I don't like you popping shit at Pharrell, for him I inherit the beef Yeah, fuck all that pushing pee, let me see you push a T You better hop spinning again on him, you think about pushing me He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terrence Crawford, yeah, I'm whooping feet We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way I know some shit about niggas that make gonna wanna look like a saint This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest is It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress I hate the way that you sneak this, if I catch flight, it's gon'be direct We hate the bitches you fuck, cause they confuse themselves with real women And notice I said we, it's not just me, I'm what the coach a feelin'How many more fairytale stories about your life to tell? till he had enough How many more black features till you finally feel that you're black enough I like Drake with the melodies I don't like Drake when he act tough You gon'make a nigga bring back puff Let me see if Chubbs really crashed something Yeah, my first one like my last one It's a classic, you don't have one Let your core audience stomach that Then tell them where you get your abs from V12, it's a fast one Boom, boom, boom, last one Headshot for the year You better walk around like Daft Punk Remember? Ayy, Top Dog, who the fuck they think they playin'with?
Stoic shit, my middle name is Soon I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like being famous Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck about who you're hanging with I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress Surprised you wanted that feature request, you know that we got some shit to address I even hate when you say the word nigga But that's just me, I guess Some shit just cringe-worthy You ain't even gotta be deep, I guess Still love when you see success Everything with me is blessed Keep making me dance, waving my hand And it won't be no threat I'm knowing they call you the boy But where's the man? Cause I ain't seen him yet Matter of fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him back? When I see you stand by sexy red, I believe you see two bad bitches I believe you don't like women, it's real competition You might pop ass with him, let's speak on percentage Show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you You assigned to a nigga that signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga Try to cease and desist on a like that record?
On what, you ain't like that record? Back to back, I like that record I'ma get back to that for the record Why would I call around trying to get turd on niggas? Y'all thinking my life is rap? That's hoe shit, I got a son to raise But I can see you don't know nothing about that Waking them up, know none bout that They tell them to pray, know none bout that They giving them tools to walk through life like day by day, know none bout that Teaching them morals, integrity, discipline Listen man, they don't know none bout that Speaking the truth and consider what God's considering, they don't know none bout that Ain't 20 v 1, it's 1 v 20 If I gotta smack niggas, that right with you Yeah, break em out too, I'll clean em out too Tell Bean that he better stay right with you Am I battling ghosts or AI?
Nigga feeling like Joel Hell Austin Funny he was in a film called AI And my 6th sense telling me to off him I'm a black nigga solid and caffeine Yeah, over your whole niggas niggas is dick riders tell them run to america to imitate heritage they can't imitate this violence what i learned is niggas don't like the west coast and i'm fine with it i'll push the line with it pick a nigga off one at a time with it we can be on a three-hour time difference don't speak on the family crotty it can get deep in the family crotty talk about me and my family crotty someone go bleed in your family crotty i'll be at new hawking eating fried rice with a dip sauce and a blammy crotty tell me you're cheesing farmer we can do this right now on the camera crotty hey fuck y'all niggas i don't trust y'all niggas i wave one finger and thump Y'all niggas like feel go put y'all niggas. They punk y'all niggas. Nobody never took my food Whoever that's fucking with them. Fuck you niggas and fuck the industry too.
If you take it there i'm taking it further That's something you don't want to do We don't want to hear you say nigga no more We don't want to hear you say nigga no more