[Hook]
These n***as ain't bigger than me
These n***as ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These n***as ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These n***as ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These n***as ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
n***as talking that sh** 'bout the new generation, man
f** these n***as, I'll slash your f**ing faces
[Verse 1]
You n***as ain't sold sh**, not an album or a rock
p**y n***a putting rings on my old b**h
Dick down the throat a** n***as, old ho' a** n***as
Happy cause you went gold a** n***as
These n***as ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than me
f** out my section you ain't sitting with me
This for very important people, it's clear that we not equal
Clear you n***as f*ggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherf**er?
Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherf**er
California throne and I'm the King on this motherf**er
I don't wanna hear it – weak a** lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we gon' feel it
Old lost a** n***as, voice crack when you talk a** n***as
Rolling blunts for the boss a** n***as
I came in with 'Ye, Jeezy and boss a** n***as
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft a** n***as
Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that sh**
May you Rest in Piss, you f** n***as, eh
Frank Ocean go ahead and f** these f** n***as
(Yeah, they f** n***as) Ain't no 3 stacks in your cla**
Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your a**, b**h boy
[Break]
n***as already f**ed your b**h, you b**h boy
And every time you kiss your b**h you s** my dick, you b**h boy
And when you buy that ho a bag that b**h carry my bricks, you b**h boy
[Verse 2]
I was in the XXL, Red Chucks 'round my neck
I was the G in the Unit, had Buck round my set
Word to the Rhymes, had Busta Bust round my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set
I'm from Compton where that Glock can't f** with that Tec
That's some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck
This is Spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit reset
Five in the chest, I'm Makaveli the Don in the vest
Don't say "What's up" when you see me, you a p**y n***a
Strangé, fake a** Kanye, fake a** Weezy
Fake a** j**elry, how I know? I'm at the pawn shop
n***a better off jacking Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much more 'til the Game drop
So you can s** my dick and Complex can count my name drops
I been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog house
f** all these p**ys, give me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre told me ball out
Stunna put me on a private jet then we balled out
Landed in Miami, met some b**hes ate 'em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's saw about
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er
[Hook 2]
These n***as ain't bigger than me
These n***as ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These n***as ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These n***as ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These n***as ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
n***as talking that sh**, 'bout a new generation
Old emoji a** rappers, all their smiley a** faces
f** n***as
[Outro]
Frank Ocean go ahead and f** these f** n***as
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er
Drop your single, I drop dreams on that motherf**er
I should let my daughter scream on this motherf**er
The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherf**er
Ride out
Blood money, we gon' ride out
Ride out
And don't think I won't send six n***as to your hide out
Rich Gang