I wrote this verse on the 25th,
But half a yall just aint gon get it till the 26th.
Im here to an*lyze ya shooter
Like Im Kenny Smith.
But I aint Kenny,
Kenny can shoot it,
But can he spit?
This aint for morons,
Hashtag NEW Yiddi trick, and oxymorons,
Fat broads who skinny dip,
The War Report on,
Better come with your sword on,
I hit ya with that Cee-Lo Green,
You know that short arm.
The people caught on (wait),
I meant to say the Peoples Court on (wait)
For the record I hope record on (brake)
Before I wreck it,
Too many styles to go on,
Wu-Tang is for the children,
Go get ya child support on.
I aint tryna bring the city back.
And all that pretty boy rap,
Aint where Im really at.
Besides rappers dont really ride,
they piggy back - Ill trade them all
to have Tupac & Biggy back.
Facts. Dont give me dap,
Dont want your pity want Fifty Fifty,
just give me that.
Want every penny both Hanz on,
how many that?
A black president,
white house, whats really rap?
We not so friendly at my house (clicky clack)
If necessary, pet cemetery, ya kitty cat Wont let em eat
cause my other problems too many rats
Ya boy a beast on this mic Jack.
Da ratchet tryna peel (pill) ya like Mike Jack
call that thriller a nite cap.
Take a moment to s** it up,
but make it brief nobody cared if ya cow died,
dont make it beef.
Rap game we own it,
we really in these streets.
You rap lames is homeless
you really in the streets.
I aint tryna bring the city back.
And all that pretty boy rap
aint where Im really at.
Really how sillys that?
Besides rappers dont really
ride they piggy back.
Ill trade them all
to have Tupac & Biggy back.