Reporting from the 7 and 5
You are now f**ing with the hottest n***a alive
Oh you comin' for mine?
I swear to GOD that's a suicide
Must be out your mind or not know
I'm out of mine
What the f**, n***a?
Razor tongue, quickly I cut n***as
My foot get on that neck they screaming
I had enough, n***a
Trust me, the team, you don't want it with us
I'll reduce y'all to ashes, dust to dust
Y'all n***as talking too much
My n***as prone to get buck
You speak the wrong you'll get touched
I know some n***as that bust
And i'm 7 so you know that I'll kick in the clutch
So don't find your a** on the wrong side of the pump
Blagh!
The second coming of this rap sh**
Y'all ba*tards spit blasphemy
Practically, i'm raising n***as
While they f**ing attacking me
What the f** y'all a**es thinking
You'll beat me with all that whack sh**
Actually, you a**holes, you need to get you some practice
Actually, you lacking the star sh** to be spectacular
So hang it up, you actors, i'm teaching that master cla** sh**
Surpa**ing everybody
You mad but could never stop
They calling coppers on me
My verses committing hommies
Blagh!
Murda! Murda!
Gunshot from de microphone
Bad man present, here
Fiyah pon de p**yhole
Ya dunno me
But you could get know me
No dougie here but you ain't f**ing with me homie
Somebody once told me
The top it was rather lonely
But I ain't missing no one
So f** it, y'all cats could blow me
I ain't even tripping, you ba*tards are far below me
My name it isn't jay but I'm speaking them facts only
Friday I've been bossing
Been leaving n***as in coffins
You ba*tards is all my progeny
Should've had an abortion
I got Ownership of everything
Yall not getting a portion
This take over it is hostile
Call my verses extortion
This is lyrical arson
My f**ing cadence is caustic
My flow is too bloody awesome
Yall better proceed with caution
Cause Losing never an option
I'm getting guap with a lot of thots
Any beat I bless I bet that records getting spun a lot
Mollywhopping n***as
Snatching sneakers in the parking lot
My records burning houses down
When they hit the speaker box
And satan he don't f** with me
He said that I'm too freakin hot
And then I wet the n***a up
Somebody better grab a mop
k**ing mostly everyone that's why I don't do features yo
Swear to god noggas got me on my bully yo
Like the Phoenix far as heaters go
By the way, snatched that crown about a week agooooooo!