[Intro: Crooked I]
[Verse One: Crooked I]
f** it I'm on one
Slaughterhouse we on 2, point oh sh**
Point your sh** to the garbage now b**h, y'all ain't it
Everybody talking about that and this
Crooked did a song with Canibus
Am I supposed to be beefing with him?
Let me tell you all what the answer is:
No, no, no. Nowadays do I listen to half his sh**?
No, no, no, and I bet the internet say that's a diss
Gotta keep it real man I will not flip flop
Grind every day I'mma go hard get guap
Cops wanna track me, but fans won't be happy
Until I k** a n***a on World Star Hip Hop
But, but, but your boy ain't going out like no wa*kster
Cause intelligence is the brand new gangster
The number one spot is in danger
Let me tell you why you rappers ain't f**ing with the Slaughterhouse gang
You got a little flow that's cool with me
Got a little ice, little j**el-er-y
But none of you can fool with the crew to me
Name a n***a rapping better, maybe 2 or 3... and that's it
All the above, you call it circle love
Homie I merk a thug
Wait a minute this purple bud
This pink drink, that's a lot of bottles
Ace of Spade is celebrated
Cause we made it
I'mma drank it
‘Til my cadence
Sound sedated
Cause I'm faded
You can hate it
Ask me if I give a f**
Homeboy I came from nothing, this time I'mma live it up
I'm so real, I'm a needle in a haystack
When I drive by tell your people it's the payback
Yeah I got paper, still doing drive-bys
What? This time Desert Eagle in a Maybach
Cause we don't play that
We don't play that sh**
n***a I'm on one
[Outro: Crooked I]