[Intro]
Don Fatal is really in this motherf**er
The rest of you lil n***as bow down and peep game real quick
Lemme holla at you for a second
[Verse 1]
I'm takin' the beat from Desiigner
I don't give a f**, I'm just being honest
I don't really tolerate n***as who wanna mumble on a track
You should've been quiet
But supposedly, O.G.'s wanna f** with you
I don't even know what the f** is going on
First I see n***as put nail polish on, now I see motherf**ers with dresses on
Ain't nobody really tryna see me
I'm an old school O.G. masterpiece
I'ma hop in the hooptie, n***a pa** the Uzi
Lyrical bullets coming at you with the high speed
They would never even make it into the hospital
Dodging my ammunition? That's impossible
If Osama bin Laden been k**ed too, tell me where the f** is you gon run to?
Ain't no other n***a really gon' protect you
If you think about it, n***a, I done blessed you
Cause ain't nobody want nobody who cannot ride the beat lyrically
n***a, you done been lied to
By your friends, your family
Mother, sister, brother, cousin, and even your fans, too
That's a whole lot of people who wanna see you crash and burn
And I see that you want it to
Ain't nobody wanna be your friend either
They just wanna ride the wave then leave, n***a
If you really mad at me for speaking realer
Then I suggest you go ahead and pull that trigger
Take a look at the rappers who laugh at you
They don't give a f** about your capital
You thinking just cause a n***a makin' a hit or two that these O.G.'s really gon be proud of you?
[Interlude]
n***a, please
Bow down to real motherf**ing music
Who the f** is you talking to?
Hmph
I'ma slap ‘em upside the head one time
[Verse 2]
b**h n***as wanna sound like hoes and everybody wanna rap the same
Ain't no competition, they don't f**ing listen
They just wanna be n***as who imitate
Ain't no escalation in intelligence, prioritizing being a belligerent
Such defamation to a lyricist
Now don't nobody wanna be serious
How the hell did we get this way?
So many n***as wanna do it the wrong way
Dropping outta school just to get minimum wage
And then they wanna look for a lick that's gon pay
And don't get me started on all these hoes who wanna follow n***as who ain't got no goals
I mean I still go f** b**hes on the low
But they only good for taking on the road and smashing ‘til the mornin'
Pa** the weed, so I proceed to take the lead in being keyed and I'm gone
If you really wanna do it like this, then follow the n***as on the Don Fatal Row
Better get up on it, better know about it, better ask somebody if you don't know
Cause we taking over, so you better be ready as if we was coming with low-low's
And hyrdo's, bouncin' on 24's, throwing W's out of the window
Blowing indo
Indoors or outdoor, it don't matter as long as there's kinfolk
Everybody wanna get on the Panda beat, and ain't nobody do it justice
This is how the f** you do a remix cuzz
Cla** dismissed