Phew, look
Please don't bring no scare
business to me
I fear no man, no hand-holdin'
Banana clips,
a chimpanzee to rip at me
The tip ain't cheap,
the dick ain't free
I ain't no bitch,
a bitch ain't me,
I beat up beats
I been upbeat, you been on me
You bet on me? Who better than me?
You better believe it never
could be, I'm ready to eat
They better get it ready for
me, I'm killin' the scene
They gotta get a medical team,
the gun a machine
The tongue is a gun,
it come with a beam
It come in the red,
it come in the green
And somebody scared 'cause
nobody seen it
Get him a bed
and get him a king,
and get a machete
Give it a swing,
I'm thinkin' of deadly things
D-d-drinkin' red drink (Uh),
red rum, red rum (Look), 1-5-1,
87 (Uh)
Look alive, lil' nigga,
they be livin' a lie
I never believe the song that
said they could fly
The last nigga I seen tried it,
did it and died
Get a better disguise,
you ain't figured it out
Niggas ain't tryna get
victimized
I got a pit and a clip,
finna sick the boy
Don't nobody wanna get sent to God
The stick hit through meat
like a shish kebob (Ayy, c'mon,like, bro)
Take it up with the boss, man,
I'm good at my job
It's not a walk in a park
cause I'm in a metropolis
I'm lost in a thought,
but escapin' the darkness
Caught the broad day,
like sun and parked it
Felt the force
and found my flow, the faucet
Kept the course ahead,
no matter the cost
I only eat what I kill,
do away with the carcass
Monster dreadlockness,
similar concepts
(A dreadlockness monster,a monster, ah)
I'm a crazy man,
I had to get into the game again
I'm seein' the lights,
I'm lookin' at the lay of the
land
I'm in command like I'm Jayden
Daniels, breakin' in
Can't evade a vandal, nigga,
save the scandal
Service candle lit 'cause your man a bitch
I tried to understand
but I'm lackin' the bandwith
A rock in a hard place,
crack in a sandwich
The cards I was handed
determined the gambit
It made me the man,
but it turned me into Manson
Son of a madman Max,
minimal chances
Shakin' the hand,
white man take it to taxes
Suit and a tie, not fly,
ride in a backseat of a taxi
I feel like Tyrese Maxey,
I'm a zone Sixer,
but I'm a hell of a athlete
Doin' the rap shit,
take a look at the rap sheet
Nigga's a random, ratchet,
here with a black queen
Angela Bassett,
put a tab of acid on your
tongue
I ain't never takin' a bump
But I can put it in a package,
you give me a lump sum
Then put it in a bag in the
back of a trunk
I heard thump, thump, thump,
thump, bangin' the bass
I'm breakin' the bread,
the breakfast,
I'm bringin' the bacon
Slangin' the sausage,
crackin' the egg over your
face
I'm half-amazin',
half man and half alien
Yeah, patience been paper thin,
I plant a flag in every place
I'm in
Pace has been immense,
it's not a race,
but I been chasin' it
Been unforsaken,
only placin' faith in the
hands that turned the staff
into a snake
And then a snake into a staff again
The average couldn't start to
establish the type of bag I'm in
The nappiest, East Atlanta—
Rappin' erratic,righteous
and ratchet 'cause that's
what's happenin'
Yellin' from the mountains
so loud,
it could start a avalanche
We in Babylon, by the way, you,
brother, be babblin'
You out of chances,
I can't overextend a olive
branch
Fuck the bargainin',
we bargin' in,
let the car spin
Push a Porsche with the nine,
one-one like I'm Micah Parsons
When attackin' a target,
half a sack
when they sent the blitz
It's a rapid departure,
real rappers cease to exist
Like it's open season,
soon as they seen him, it's,
"Oh, shit"
Baow, baow,
eight-one like Kobe in '06
Head bowed,
pray for 'em
while you load this 45th
23, y'ain't started,
but hit the Jordan with the
Pippen assist
Another plot is just a twist
in the script
If we beefin',
let's get into some ol'
biblical shit
Ain't no tweetin', see you,
goodnight,
and then proceed with a kiss
For the dead,
watch for the threads,
niggas can't bleed on my fit
Put to bed, now we even Steven,
keep a Stephen A. Smith
And a Wess',
fuck all that screamin' shit
and beatin' your chest
Momma says mentality breathes
into a seed of success
And I'm between it,
but best believe,
I ain't perceivin' no threats
With allegiance, alliance,
leave me out of y'all shit,
I'm a lion, I'm lyin', relax
You know the facts of the
sleeping giant,
align me with that
Nigga, Goliath's a bitch,
hit with a rock and a sack
My nigga ride with a stick,
flippin' a rock and, oh, wait
Nothin' too hard to predict,
know shit been hard where you
at
But if I lost you,
then I bring it back
I beat up a beat like a drum
machine did somethin' to me
You don't wanna go
and bump into me,
I jump into beef
so comfortably
I'm not comfortable with no
conflict,
I've come for the bull
Gimme them horns,
gimme that rose bush,
gimme them thorns
I'm another breed,
I'm a different animal
Y'all make me yawn,
like a strand of wool (Ugh)
I'm intangible,
but your hands are full
And your lil' underpants are
pulled all the way down to
your ankles
You're gettin' spanked
and I'm your father
Told ya I'm a soldier,
I just showed up in a
wife-beater tank
and I'ma demolish
I always said
when I didn't have a dime to
my name and lived in squalor
If I had three quarters,
two dimes and a nickel
I wouldn't change for a dollar
But I signed 50 Cent
and put him in my piggy bank
And I ain't gonna apolo—
—Gize to you for what the fuck
I do, my advice to you,
get five bazookas
Some type of nuke,
a knife
or Ruger the size of two guns
Cause I'm sprayin' the Rossi
like I'm N.W.A. and the Posse
Just like Yella, Ren,
Dre and them taught me
Man,
look at all the mayhem I'm
causing
That's prolly why I stay in
the hot seat
With these magazines,
I act out like Ye
and his cousin
Little cocksucker,
I'm sprayin' and bustin'
Your shit sucks dick,
stop sayin' it doesn't
That's probably the reason
there's nothin' you've bodied
of recent
I feel like I just walked in
and seen you naked,
cause you not even decent
Get ripped like my school
clothing
Like a sleeping cow,
I'm bulldozing
A rap god since my socks were
holey
Was on that block like a
soccer goalie
Ma' could not control me,
Glocks, I'm toting
Lock and loading,
rock and rolling,
rock a Rollie
Guacamole, mostaccioli,
like this flow,
you're out of pocket, homie
Y'all could only hope to catch
the flow, but if you know,
you know
I told you hoes to slow your
rolls before you go
and throw your whole career up
in the toilet bowl,
enjoy the G.O.A.T
This my house of horrors,
like a brothel
I done put Ja Rule through it
like a law school
Keep it a stack, like pancakes,
I'm awful
So many plaques from Belgium,
got a wall full
In fact,
you would hate my walls,
they're all full
They call me Marshall,
but I'm unlawful
Is it Groundhog's Day
or déjà vu?
Won't stop, period,
post-menopausal
Go
so postal that most postman'll
pause,
I'll slaughter the rhyme
These flows gonna boggle the
mind
Y'all get in line,
you're talkin' to Einstein
Fuck walkin' the line,
I'm joggin' it
I'm a cross between a dog
and a juvenile-ish,
motherfuckin' childish punk
And I be poppin' the most
wildest junk
And I'm known as the prick
that's not to fuck wit'
Call me erectile dysfunction,
my ballistic missile is
launchin'
I'm wildin' like Seven Mile
and Runyon,
bunch of violent gunmen
I do it like Puff do it,
tell my hitters to hit him up,
"Do it"
So like my middle fingers to a
Tupac song,
you know that I put 'em up to
it
12-gauge at the age of twelve,
caged-up self-rage,
I been raisin' Hell
Like I'm Joe,
Jam Master Jay and Darryl,
brace yourself
It's about to be a fuckin'
shootout like the OK Corral
Bounty on me like a paper
towel
They want me to go on the
straight and narrow
Like the same shape that they
make an arrow
Never sell out for the fame
and wealth
Dave Chappelle of the rap game,
I'm never gonna play myself
Closest I ever came's 8 Mile,
but the fuckin' pain I felt
When I lost Proof,
couldn't explain how that
devil came down
Then in one fell, he swooped,
look at how foul he's stooped
Had to throw in that towel,
regroup, like Sean O'Malley,
still that mouthy youth
This here the finale,
try to rally troops,
better round up
and corral recruits
But no matter how many you
tally to surround these two
You gon' fuck around
and find out just what the
fuck we about
when you see how we shoot
And I ain't talkin' about how
we hoop
when you lay up in a
motherfuckin' alley, oops
It's like a Xanadu for every
Xan' I do,
what I plan to do is take a
pink and a blue
Hand a few to me,
I'll brutally damage you,
I could never stand to lose
I'm bananas,
you motherfuckers can't do it
sicker than I do
You couldn't get rid of this
shit with Tamiflu
Cannibals, you little bitch,
me
and JID are just like
bestiality, we fuckin' animals
I'm back
and I'm body baggin' 'em,
toe-taggin' 'em in the back of
the Volkswagen
And draggin' them hoebags
and I'm throat-gaggin' 'em
Til I get thrown back in the
paddy wagon
and back on the Prozac
And I know that,
but I'm
so bad with a notepad that it
don't matter
The G.O.A.T.'s back,
finna go at anyone who got the
gonads or cojones, yeah