I strike like the guy the, guy from Al-Qaeda
Story of my life the outsiders cause the money divide us
But really the hate comes from inside us
I wanna be rich too, make spics envy like Ridaz
So I took out the Lexus, cats talk sh** through they chirp on the Nexus
How can he possess it?
I'm paying it monthly but you don't know that so you grumpy
Planning to slump me but hold this
You will get blown to bits as long as I have ownership of this 4-5th
You will get minimized, to the point you too can have a ride
That Hot Wheels collection is finally your size
If you don't test my temper, you won't meet your demise
Even if you play it cool I'll f** you up cause I'm a horrible guy
With durable nines and what's inserted inside
Will search the confines of your dome
Release the bullet let it find its way home
Why can't we all just get along
Homie I despised you since high school
If you went to Mark Twain I'd hate you since grade school
I mean if we were both babies and our moms happened to be friends
I could tell you're shady, soon as you crawl in my playpen
Don't get me wrong, I know you hate me just as much as I do
Sometimes you automatically know who your rivals
And the main distinction, is the friction
The static that leads to a motherf**ing murder conviction
Sitting in the pen, that's a rapper's dream
With nothing but rhymes and rap magazines
sh**, that sounds like heaven to me
So think about that before stepping to me
But you on the other hand, spend time huddled in the can
Think we both understand you'll end up as Bubba's man
My record substantial, a villain a vandal
You point the finger at me, I beat your face with a handful
Yo, it's the kid with the flow from the Bronx
Why can't we all just get along