Listen. Unh
It's going down like scuba
Try to step to me, get smoked like hookah
Call me sensei, schooling b**hes like Iruka
Spitting that flame like my name King Koopa
Can't handle all the sh** that I'm talking
When I finish up, throw your a** in the coffin
Call me Coca-Cola, ‘cause I'm what's popping
Now I got your girlfriend trying to take me shopping
Chop, chopping, I'm k**ing ‘em
Yeah I got them on they knees, I'm billing ‘em
I put these b**hes on ice, yeah I'm chilling ‘em
And I ain't never been shy but I'm drilling ‘em
I got tricks, got maneuvers
I'm the sh**, I ain't talking ‘bout manure
I got your man saying damn like the Hoover
He want to s** my dick like a Hoover
He want to put it on me, hit me with that wham-bam
Grab that stick shift, ride it like a Trans Am
Want to hit a grand slam with that Louisville Slugger
Come and get up in this Rum Tum Tugger
Real p**y what's up
Yeah he know the sh** crack, he want to build a shrine for me like Helga Pataki
What? Rhymes tighter than a virgin
Putting in work like Heidi Montag's surgeon
No limits to what I can write
I got bars in a pipe like I'm Michael Stipe
I stay eating up these rappers like they're Mike and Ikes
And you can catch me on the web getting likes and hype
We are not the same, you're nothing but a commoner
Claiming that you're hot, you must have broken your thermometer
I'm a rare character, Banjo-Kazooie
Couple years, you'll be bragging ‘bout how you knew me
Trust that I mean what I said
I'll be ruling like a queen, you're a queen size bed
‘Cause I'm sleeping on you b**h, like Aurora
Don't make me spell it out for you like Dora (duh)
Getting hotter than the sun in Bora Bora
I come through and get it lit like a menorah
Headed to the big leagues, you can stay hopeful
I don't play with bums, I ain't f**ing with these locals (nope)
Unh, around here nobody got a conscience
All I ever see is f**ery and white nonsense
Opened up your eyes, check your damn pigment
Someone should've told you, you ain't got to lie to kick it
I'm the realest in the city, thought I told y'all
Your fraud a** looking like Rachel Dolezal (ugh)
I'm a self-made b**h, call me Caitlyn
You know I don't got time for the fakin (nope)
Imitation, come dime a dozen
Out here looking like Eminem's cousin (ew)
I'm the truth and the truth is unpleasant
I can stand next to you like a legend to a peasant
Used to tell me I was being unrealistic
Now you stupid f*ggots can't hop up off of this dick
I'm about to turn my real life into a dream
That's probably why you want to get a spot on my team
Climbing up the ladder and I'm only getting higher
Shutting up my haters, don't need a pacifier
Doing it for real, I ain't never been a liar
p**y won't stop popping ‘til I retire
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