[verse 1: Dev the Follower]
The truth comes hard when it's stabbed in your back/
The second you get hit, you're offended and on attack/
How does it feel when a blondie actually knows her facts? /
Tomi with the smash then reality eats you like a snack/
You're the main course, still founded in the system/
White powder is the stage and you're it's victim/
Hard capsules and printed, written out prescriptions/
Then you flip the tickets and move once you're convicted/
You're just a trail runner, running from yourself/
Different number every time you run; you got like 13 separate cells/
You'll still probably sell crack in hell/
Afraid of the consequences, plug your nose, deal with the harsher smell/
Transporting 18 wheeler, tractor trailers full of hash/
Drug Dealers Anonymous just want a pocket full of cash/
How are you the G.O.A.T when your verse was true trash? /
I'd rather k** myself than listen to you douchebags/
Thank you Murs 316, for the locket/
They say I swept the game, but really I just mopped it/
Crooked Clinton's on the network, I don't wanna watch it/
I must inform myself ‘cause I have the power to stop it/
We can't afford 8 years of Obama-Nation/
We're leading into communism and that's abomination/
The truth is spotted in the media like Dalmatians/
“Emails are my personal business”, and that's your allegation/
[Interlude: Tomi Lahren]
"Your husband was a drug dealer, for 14 years he sold crack-c**aine... Talk about protecting the black neighborhoods; start at home"
[verse 2: Dev the Follower]
Back to Jay-Z, Beyoncé, and Black Panther/
Race is in the past but you resurrect; necromancer/
Always in denial when you're expected to answer/
Indulgent Human Beings, liberalism is a cancer/
Obama stashing cash after 40/40 fundraiser/
Jay-Z and Beyoncé ran the event; they're self appraisers/
Where did 4 mil go, Mogul's Club, and nothing major? /
And you tried to hide the deals; sweep it up like an eraser/
President Barack just claims that they're role models/
But Jay-Z stabbed the producer and made two wattles/
How are they influential drinking out of blue bottles? /
I tried to stay mature, but forget it, they're just douche nozzles/
Equality has its toll, like walking Golan Heights/
Rioting in the streets of Baltimore, alone bites/
Black Lives Matter just push for the crow nights/
What, do you just expect the whites to have no rights? /
And what's up with the welfare given to low lives? /
Drug dealers and consumers buy to light the Stoge nice/
Thug's act like they pack a punch like Kimbo Slice/
All you talk slick but when confronted there are no fights/
California Jury heard your hard-knock, you're in denial/
I will bring up the stabbing of your producer with a smile/
Blood on the floor, I'm not afraid to walk down that aisle/
But you asked the judge to keep your criminal pasts from your civil trial? /
You chose to deal d**, don't act like it is hard/
You bought yourself into fame and that's your charge/
Afraid of the truth escaping Washington Boulevard/
Where did your balls run off to, P.G.T Beauregard? /