[Produced by Kountdown & Tha Raiderz]
[Intro: NUFF$AID]
Yeah
To all my k**ers and the hunnid dollar billers
[Intro: B.Genius]
Word up son
[Intro: NUFF$AID]
To real n***as who ain't got no feelin's
Check it out now
[Verse 1: NUFF$AID]
I'm like a colorblind
Optimus Prime
Going Columbine
Armed with the sword of Omen
Totin'
Virginia Tech nines
Got the twenty foot, three-headed hydra
For small intestines
Got my pen and pad ready
For any n***a
Who wanna test mine?
From that Boo-doo-bye-bye Bedstuy
Where the young boy
Let the lead fly
Where the strong live
And the rest die
Egos don't match
They chest size
Evil will
Get you chastised
Bum n***a
You don't get fly
Price tags on me
Like Best Buy
All my verses is deadstock
Just like my kicks is
I be kickin' it up in the kitchen
Takin' aim with fixed precision
See my dreams all take fruition
Hope these ignoramus listen
I am hip hop's new addition
Homies tell me cool it now
They probably fans o' New Edition
From the dead I have arisen
Seen the white light through the prism
Free my brother that's in prison
Hope he come back out with wisdom
Man I swear to God I miss him
But a n***a on a mission
All these haters slick dissin'
Cuz a n***a Slick Rickin'
Get yo hand up!
[HOOK: NUFF$AID] (x4)
This the sound o' one hand clappin
I call that sh** Han Solo
[Verse 2: B.Genius]
Genius
Tell me what the business is
Since 2010
Me and NUFF$AID been k**in' sh**
Mobbin' like we from the Bridge
Control the game with a verse
I'm feelin' like Kendrick
For everything I write
I'm facin' twenty-five to life
I'm blowin' by twenty-five
I put that on my life
Southpaw n***a
I don't really do what's right
What good your Margiela's
If they never seen my Mike's?
Yes I be genius
But I'm more like a savage
I'm not from 8 Mile
But I feel like B-Rabbit
It's only right
I cause these n***as havoc
I'm schoolin' these rappers
They soundin' D average
Gotta clap 'em for me by the hook
Rebel n***a never played by the book
Only one real reason why they shook
Cuz ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
[Hook]
[Verse 3: NUFF$AID]
Hatin' on God-given talent
So blasphemy is what it has to be
Claim they ready for war
But ain't ready for all the casualties
Mixtape ain't even done
They already call it a masterpiece
Make me wanna lick a shot at the Sun
My n***a pa** the piece
Poppa been smooth since days o' Underoos
Got this Hip-Hop sh** down packed like kangaroos
Girlfriend, here's a pen
I'ma Facebook, IG ya
Come through
Have s** on rugs
That's IKEA
Tell a stripper b**h chill
Go head hit your tip drill
Cuz if that booty sit still
Them dollar bill won't spill
When last you heard another rapper
With this much sk**?
I only run from holy water
If the sh** distilled
My flow sick, sick, sick
Not six, six, six
Rep my city
Like my New York
State ID
I'm the NUFF
Dollar sign
To the A-I-D
And if I wasn't
Then why would I say I be?
Get yo hand up!
[Hook]