作词 : Sean Anderson/Chauncey Hollis/Justin Miles Johnson/Martin McCurtis/Arkeisha Knight/Terry Sanchez Wallace, Jr./Ryan Montgomery/Brook Oba Rowland/Chad Hugo/Gene Thornton/Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/David Styles/Jason Phillips/Samuel Johnson/Dior Giovanni Petty/Cash Kidd/Deandre Pearson/Dwane Weir II 作曲 : Sean Anderson/Chauncey Hollis/Justin Miles Johnson/Martin McCurtis/Arkeisha Knight/Terry Sanchez Wallace, Jr./Ryan Montgomery/Brook Oba Rowland/Chad Hugo/Gene Thornton/Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/David Styles/Jason Phillips/Samuel Johnson/Dior Giovanni Petty/Cash Kidd/Deandre Pearson/Dwane Weir II Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy Hit-Boy Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy **** that talkin', let the clip slam 'em Yellow bands around them hundreds, you know how much that is (Tens) Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the backend (Send it) Niggas in here lookin' tough, you know that I got mag in (What?) Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (You see it) Bandman like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head? Come find me (Come get it) Lil' bro in that bitch chillin', he ain't tryna come home cocky (He chillin') He comin' home to a dollar (Dollar), and a mansion and a chopper (What else?) In the desert on a dirt bike (Skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (Fresh) Big nigga fresher than you, **** you and your stylist (Woah) Paid ninety for my grill, then lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (Damn) You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz Kash Doll'll paint you red, throw you in the water, they gon' think you a lobster, nigga (Gang) Uh I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make the news All my bitches winnin', how it feel to lose? Nigga tryna get the box like he finna move Bitch, I'm at my pinnacle, I used to shop at Pinnacle Your nigga still drink Pinnacle, bitch, your taste is pitiful I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit Call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my casket You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit I pop shit and pop tags, bitch, this new era be cappin', uh Me, Sean, T off that Pusha T, ain't no pushin' me Bro might put you on a tee, dot my I's and cross my T's Bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put your on your feet But bro can't put you onto me A-plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh You niggas ain't worth no B, **** outta here I keep dyin' in my dreams but life great when I stay woke Bet you love dreamin', that's the only time you ain't broke Try me, 40 make you back up off me like DeJ Loaf and Big Sean Get triggered down, Jhené Aiko Gotta keep Glock in the fanny Nigga, you not finna ham me, huh Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami Niggas tryna ride my wave like they stoppin' a taxi On a six in a Lam', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby), four-one They counted me out, I came back with a vengeance In back-to-back Benzes, back-to-back winnin' Rap failed, oh, well, give me back my scale And a burn-out cell, I'll grow clientele Four-one P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's Want half's, nigga, don't call me, don't insult me (Boy) Wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this shit cost me Don't worry, I'll make it back before you sip coffee I run with hustlers and bosses, bosses and hustlers (Yeah) Had to find my hustle, I was lost in the gutter Got out that jam, now it's foriegns with the seat peanut butter Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers (Let's go) (Helluva made this beat, baby) I **** with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she ****in' bro You know them road trips still bring a dub in, sub in Even if the party was seven, the strip club ten I'm all in this bitch on the tether, I'm throwin' dubs still I put her in the Bentley mansion rent-free Told her keep the G-Wagen plain, don't even tint these Came ****in' with a lame, dog, you got her head big Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me 'Cause sellin' corn still code word for reggies I ain't sign a deal yet, **** it, I don't need 'em He ain't dead, we ain't jet-black, ante up, bitch Free them boys We gon' make it off the Ave, get a half, then I shake it Some like a bad habit, we ain't have it we gon' take it Came up off a fity slab, now my bag big as yappers Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me for raises Playin' me since I was the accountant, bubble wrap it up and tape it All my bitches want allowance, plug askin' me for favors I been out of town so long had to get reaquainted with the neighbors On the block, all this cash we been rackin' Way before the rap when I was writin' verses We was beatin' up the Ike like I was Tina Turner We was loadin' up the Glock and fillin' up hearses Now I'm preachin' like it's Sunday, tryna teach the sermon Tryna teach 'em how to get it, fill up they momma purses So, they ain't standin' in front of a judge, listing to the verdicts 'Cause we was standin' on the block, thuggin' with the serpents Get caught with Curtis Blow on me, and the gon' close the curtians Million dollar cars you can't merge in, BasedGod how I got my curse lift She gonna play her part so well you thought that she rehearsed it Don life worship, Holy temokem synagouge, tabernacle, churches Look, I can't even chill, I get active, overdoin' everythin', my best and worst habit Shit be impossible 'til it happens, I never thought I'd see Kobe go before Magic That taught me first, no seconds to wast, only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my face **** you think she doin' over here watchin' Netflix Beard game might just let it grow don to my neckless I don't hope for for wins, I expect it, adrenaline in me like it got injected My girl said I got communication issues, no I don't I just don't like sharin' all my problems more than the results I bring the plan back to my team, tell them go wild God, body, my physique, and my profile I did every single goal that I wrote down, checked it off, it's old now And that's shit give me chills, ****, I gotta take yours I'm the originator, make it then, I make more written in stone, you can't forge You ain't on my level even if we in the same buildin' on the same floor Oh, boy, black out, dought boy, cash out, Payroll, contract maxed out Cash Kidd, cash cow, tapped in, now can't tap out Bitch keep thinkin' I'm sleepin', it's Tony on the monitor I see your ass creepin' in Little bitch, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't exist, you get the gist? **** a cease and desist, they shootin' up seats in exits Throwin' plays to my bros, I'm leadin' the league in assists Hop scotch, black top, I ain't been skippin' a step since Realest stays, 'Zilla every day, bitch, I might just change my profession Got so many rainy days, it changed my complexion Hang up on your ass and say I lost the connection I turned out to be the man that I manifested **** the bullshit, I ain't here to make friends, can't get boo with me Since an adolescence I was ignorant up in school, trippin' Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it She gon' eat the ditch, both balls licked, and do it to me AIn't go to college, I ain't want no pussy nigga roamin' with me Still could've went to college, Sada ain't no fool, nigga Every clip we got extended, yellow perkies look like minions Put Church's Chicken on you, nigga scrap, them boys do for half a biscuit You know I like the burner, but I'll beat your ass to shit personally Hit a nigga in his shit with this .50 or .30 do Name a nigga out of the D as solid as me I unlocked a lot of dollars, nigga, knowledge is key I did it all without a college degree I went from hottest signed artists Don the to G Street lord, rock bottom, Godfather and P D-Boy, rockwiller Sean, Sada and Tee Standin' on the corner, three days, phone is on Motorola prepaid Theodora or a Fold Ellesses, these are ordered from the older East Bay She either rollin' with the owners or the lease A kind man knows a blind man hold grudges A wise man knows a wise man knows nothin I thought I told you mother****ers I ain't need a budget I ride with them guys that society begrudges We been thuggin' worldwide, got arenas buzzin' We survived gettin' fronted by Ilinea's cousin Before you could sell like Cole and O'Dell, or go NFL, be Kobe or Kells The plight of the rich is to throw you in jail The fight has been fixed since the openin' bell And you know who postin' your bail, who promotin' your L Who be hoping you fail, nigga, Oprah and Gayle Ignore the hate, show the world that we love the opps Call the aura great while they make great wrestle docs' Nah Bitch, you have never said a clever line ever You mudering in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth Rest assured, I'ma treat this booth like I'm pealin' off the plastic On a pill bottle, I'm tearin' the ceilin' off Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in saran, ditch 'em I'm strapped up with ammunition and single handedly takin' over the game Like I had an actual hand missing, but I only need on to clap Animal ambition, the only ****in' way that your strapped is for cash Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that mother****in imaginary handgun you're bandishin' Bitch, if you pull up with the stick it's a car with a manual transmission Chances of loadin' one that I will overcome, my bipolar one Voodoo dolls, I'm just pokin' fun, pins to me are like loades guns When I'm holdin' one, if I'm just fiddlin' with it This mother****er discharges like me checkin' myself out of the ****ing mental hospital And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it It feels like i'm bein' belittled by midgets It's like holding a nuke or a damn bazooka and walkin' right up the middle of little kids ****ing pillow fight with it You want smoke? I'm like hookah Man, I remember back when I used to get jumped for my ****ing Pumas Run home and go **** my room up These streets will try to vacuum you up That's why the avenue where I grew up was 8 Mile nad hoover (What?) 'Cause it sucked like a Rumba, but even if I would've went indie route I don't have any doubt I would still get blown like a swindy out Shoot 'til the clip is emptied out This is the beginnin' of endin', but I'll put another clip in and spit these rounds If I dig deep down, but I'm in my bag like Fendi Who am I offending now? Got so many ****ing detractors, feels like i'm gettin' plowed Had to put my money on a diet, I got too many pounds You would think I'm turnin' pages the way that I'm flippin' paper Middle fingers, them bitches get to waivn' like friendly neigbors I'm talkin' loot like I'm riotin', thing is so big it can't fit the entire thing through a tire swing But I don't think it would be logic to say I'm retirin' But I should say "Bye, bye" earthlings, 'cause I'm back from Uranus ****ing up this grinding beat I took the pain and learned how to put that shit into a song You listen for flaws and strip it and try to pick it apart So, when I am rippin', it's hard to tell where the impetus Really because how I feel about amateurs with the bitch that you are Like I never had to get my clothes at ****ing St. Vincent de Paul Like I don't make sure every sentence and bar with a pencil to sharpen, like I'm quick on the draw So, win that Pulitzer Price like Kendrick Lamar You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog 'Cause y'all missing a heart Plus your bitch is giving out brain like The Wizard of Oz This shit is like sitting in the principal office, getting scalded for skipping Y'all got detention, while I'm severe like Benzo withdrawal Bitch, your skin's gonna crawl I'm invincible, I've been through it all, like I never thought about just ending it Until I got pissed off and put a fist through the wall While my back was against, now I rap like I'm possessed That's nine-tenths of the law
[00:00.00] 作词 : Sean Anderson/Chauncey Hollis/Justin Miles Johnson/Martin McCurtis/Arkeisha Knight/Terry Sanchez Wallace, Jr./Ryan Montgomery/Brook Oba Rowland/Chad Hugo/Gene Thornton/Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/David Styles/Jason Phillips/Samuel Johnson/Dior Giovanni Petty/Cash Kidd/Deandre Pearson/Dwane Weir II [00:00.76] 作曲 : Sean Anderson/Chauncey Hollis/Justin Miles Johnson/Martin McCurtis/Arkeisha Knight/Terry Sanchez Wallace, Jr./Ryan Montgomery/Brook Oba Rowland/Chad Hugo/Gene Thornton/Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/David Styles/Jason Phillips/Samuel Johnson/Dior Giovanni Petty/Cash Kidd/Deandre Pearson/Dwane Weir II [00:01.53]Ayy, ayy, ayy [00:04.54]Ayy, ayy, ayy [00:05.11]Hit-Boy [00:05.90]Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy [00:08.45]**** that talkin', let the clip slam 'em [00:10.66]Yellow bands around them hundreds, you know how much that is (Tens) [00:12.87]Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the backend (Send it) [00:15.44]Niggas in here lookin' tough, you know that I got mag in (What?) [00:18.26]Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (You see it) [00:21.05]Bandman like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head? Come find me (Come get it) [00:23.55]Lil' bro in that bitch chillin', he ain't tryna come home cocky (He chillin') [00:26.11]He comin' home to a dollar (Dollar), and a mansion and a chopper (What else?) [00:28.64]In the desert on a dirt bike (Skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (Fresh) [00:31.64]Big nigga fresher than you, **** you and your stylist (Woah) [00:34.08]Paid ninety for my grill, then lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (Damn) [00:36.69]You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz [00:39.10]Kash Doll'll paint you red, throw you in the water, they gon' think you a lobster, nigga (Gang) [00:42.21]Uh [00:47.73]I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school [00:50.08]These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make the news [00:52.65]All my bitches winnin', how it feel to lose? [00:55.11]Nigga tryna get the box like he finna move [00:57.80]Bitch, I'm at my pinnacle, I used to shop at Pinnacle [01:00.02]Your nigga still drink Pinnacle, bitch, your taste is pitiful [01:02.90]I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit [01:05.48]Call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my casket [01:07.91]You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit [01:11.54]I pop shit and pop tags, bitch, this new era be cappin', uh [01:14.32]Me, Sean, T off that Pusha T, ain't no pushin' me [01:17.28]Bro might put you on a tee, dot my I's and cross my T's [01:19.90]Bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put your on your feet [01:22.56]But bro can't put you onto me [01:24.43]A-plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh [01:26.20]You niggas ain't worth no B, **** outta here [01:29.78]I keep dyin' in my dreams but life great when I stay woke [01:32.77]Bet you love dreamin', that's the only time you ain't broke [01:35.45]Try me, 40 make you back up off me like DeJ Loaf and Big Sean [01:38.06]Get triggered down, Jhené Aiko [01:40.93]Gotta keep Glock in the fanny [01:42.83]Nigga, you not finna ham me, huh [01:43.23]Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami [01:46.01]Niggas tryna ride my wave like they stoppin' a taxi [01:48.33]On a six in a Lam', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby), four-one [01:51.57]They counted me out, I came back with a vengeance [01:53.97]In back-to-back Benzes, back-to-back winnin' [01:56.73]Rap failed, oh, well, give me back my scale [01:59.34]And a burn-out cell, I'll grow clientele [02:01.93]Four-one P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's [02:04.66]Want half's, nigga, don't call me, don't insult me (Boy) [02:07.53]Wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this shit cost me [02:09.85]Don't worry, I'll make it back before you sip coffee [02:13.14]I run with hustlers and bosses, bosses and hustlers (Yeah) [02:15.82]Had to find my hustle, I was lost in the gutter [02:18.65]Got out that jam, now it's foriegns with the seat peanut butter [02:20.54]Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers [02:25.41](Let's go) [02:26.35](Helluva made this beat, baby) [02:29.15]I **** with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s [02:30.73]That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she ****in' bro [02:33.34]You know them road trips still bring a dub in, sub in [02:35.74]Even if the party was seven, the strip club ten [02:38.45]I'm all in this bitch on the tether, I'm throwin' dubs still [02:40.96]I put her in the Bentley mansion rent-free [02:43.56]Told her keep the G-Wagen plain, don't even tint these [02:45.28]Came ****in' with a lame, dog, you got her head big [02:48.23]Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still [02:50.68]I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me [02:53.04]'Cause sellin' corn still code word for reggies [02:55.60]I ain't sign a deal yet, **** it, I don't need 'em [02:57.86]He ain't dead, we ain't jet-black, ante up, bitch [03:03.72]Free them boys [03:09.28]We gon' make it off the Ave, get a half, then I shake it [03:11.27]Some like a bad habit, we ain't have it we gon' take it [03:13.54]Came up off a fity slab, now my bag big as yappers [03:17.34]Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me for raises [03:20.11]Playin' me since I was the accountant, bubble wrap it up and tape it [03:23.03]All my bitches want allowance, plug askin' me for favors [03:26.02]I been out of town so long had to get reaquainted with the neighbors [03:29.04]On the block, all this cash we been rackin' [03:31.84]Way before the rap when I was writin' verses [03:34.56]We was beatin' up the Ike like I was Tina Turner [03:37.21]We was loadin' up the Glock and fillin' up hearses [03:40.29]Now I'm preachin' like it's Sunday, tryna teach the sermon [03:43.16]Tryna teach 'em how to get it, fill up they momma purses [03:46.12]So, they ain't standin' in front of a judge, listing to the verdicts [03:48.87]'Cause we was standin' on the block, thuggin' with the serpents [03:51.67]Get caught with Curtis Blow on me, and the gon' close the curtians [03:54.74]Million dollar cars you can't merge in, BasedGod how I got my curse lift [03:57.97]She gonna play her part so well you thought that she rehearsed it [04:02.80]Don life worship, Holy temokem synagouge, tabernacle, churches [04:10.33]Look, I can't even chill, I get active, overdoin' everythin', my best and worst habit [04:15.85]Shit be impossible 'til it happens, I never thought I'd see Kobe go before Magic [04:20.35]That taught me first, no seconds to wast, only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my face [04:25.09]**** you think she doin' over here watchin' Netflix [04:27.43]Beard game might just let it grow don to my neckless [04:29.53]I don't hope for for wins, I expect it, adrenaline in me like it got injected [04:34.36]My girl said I got communication issues, no I don't [04:37.06]I just don't like sharin' all my problems more than the results [04:39.20]I bring the plan back to my team, tell them go wild [04:41.69]God, body, my physique, and my profile [04:44.17]I did every single goal that I wrote down, checked it off, it's old now [04:48.05]And that's shit give me chills, ****, I gotta take yours [04:49.90]I'm the originator, make it then, I make more written in stone, you can't forge [04:52.97]You ain't on my level even if we in the same buildin' on the same floor [04:56.06]Oh, boy, black out, dought boy, cash out, Payroll, contract maxed out [04:59.74]Cash Kidd, cash cow, tapped in, now can't tap out [05:02.19]Bitch keep thinkin' I'm sleepin', it's Tony on the monitor [05:04.70]I see your ass creepin' in [05:06.45]Little bitch, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't exist, you get the gist? [05:08.98]**** a cease and desist, they shootin' up seats in exits [05:10.33]Throwin' plays to my bros, I'm leadin' the league in assists [05:12.81]Hop scotch, black top, I ain't been skippin' a step since [05:14.96]Realest stays, 'Zilla every day, bitch, I might just change my profession [05:18.29]Got so many rainy days, it changed my complexion [05:20.20]Hang up on your ass and say I lost the connection [05:22.98]I turned out to be the man that I manifested [05:25.07]**** the bullshit, I ain't here to make friends, can't get boo with me [05:31.32]Since an adolescence I was ignorant up in school, trippin' [05:34.00]Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it [05:36.04]Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it [05:38.93]She gon' eat the ditch, both balls licked, and do it to me [05:42.56]AIn't go to college, I ain't want no pussy nigga roamin' with me [05:45.43]Still could've went to college, Sada ain't no fool, nigga [05:47.42]Every clip we got extended, yellow perkies look like minions [05:49.95]Put Church's Chicken on you, nigga scrap, them boys do for half a biscuit [05:52.34]You know I like the burner, but I'll beat your ass to shit personally [05:53.08]Hit a nigga in his shit with this .50 or .30 do [05:55.65]Name a nigga out of the D as solid as me [06:00.88]I unlocked a lot of dollars, nigga, knowledge is key [06:03.86]I did it all without a college degree [06:06.71]I went from hottest signed artists Don the to G [06:08.42]Street lord, rock bottom, Godfather and P [06:10.45]D-Boy, rockwiller Sean, Sada and Tee [06:12.72]Standin' on the corner, three days, phone is on Motorola prepaid [06:15.28]Theodora or a Fold Ellesses, these are ordered from the older East Bay [06:18.33]She either rollin' with the owners or the lease [06:22.28]A kind man knows a blind man hold grudges [06:24.96]A wise man knows a wise man knows nothin [06:27.01]I thought I told you mother****ers I ain't need a budget [06:29.41]I ride with them guys that society begrudges [06:31.61]We been thuggin' worldwide, got arenas buzzin' [06:33.87]We survived gettin' fronted by Ilinea's cousin [06:36.04]Before you could sell like Cole and O'Dell, or go NFL, be Kobe or Kells [06:40.06]The plight of the rich is to throw you in jail [06:42.85]The fight has been fixed since the openin' bell [06:45.01]And you know who postin' your bail, who promotin' your L [06:47.93]Who be hoping you fail, nigga, Oprah and Gayle [06:49.63]Ignore the hate, show the world that we love the opps [06:52.49]Call the aura great while they make great wrestle docs' [06:54.79]Nah [07:08.21]Bitch, you have never said a clever line ever [07:11.17]You mudering in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth [07:14.09]Rest assured, I'ma treat this booth like I'm pealin' off the plastic [07:17.02]On a pill bottle, I'm tearin' the ceilin' off [07:19.42]Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in saran, ditch 'em [07:22.23]I'm strapped up with ammunition and single handedly takin' over the game [07:24.86]Like I had an actual hand missing, but I only need on to clap [07:28.01]Animal ambition, the only ****in' way that your strapped is for cash [07:31.96]Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that mother****in imaginary handgun you're bandishin' [07:36.12]Bitch, if you pull up with the stick it's a car with a manual transmission [07:40.50]Chances of loadin' one that I will overcome, my bipolar one [07:43.25]Voodoo dolls, I'm just pokin' fun, pins to me are like loades guns [07:46.00]When I'm holdin' one, if I'm just fiddlin' with it [07:47.81]This mother****er discharges like me checkin' myself out of the ****ing mental hospital [07:51.38]And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it [07:54.24]It feels like i'm bein' belittled by midgets [07:56.24]It's like holding a nuke or a damn bazooka and walkin' right up the middle of little kids ****ing pillow fight with it [08:00.51]You want smoke? I'm like hookah [08:03.28]Man, I remember back when I used to get jumped for my ****ing Pumas [08:05.97]Run home and go **** my room up [08:07.41]These streets will try to vacuum you up [08:09.41]That's why the avenue where I grew up was 8 Mile nad hoover (What?) [08:12.54]'Cause it sucked like a Rumba, but even if I would've went indie route [08:14.77]I don't have any doubt I would still get blown like a swindy out [08:16.81]Shoot 'til the clip is emptied out [08:18.03]This is the beginnin' of endin', but I'll put another clip in and spit these rounds [08:20.46]If I dig deep down, but I'm in my bag like Fendi [08:22.01]Who am I offending now? [08:23.32]Got so many ****ing detractors, feels like i'm gettin' plowed [08:25.91]Had to put my money on a diet, I got too many pounds [08:28.55]You would think I'm turnin' pages the way that I'm flippin' paper [08:31.12]Middle fingers, them bitches get to waivn' like friendly neigbors [08:33.59]I'm talkin' loot like I'm riotin', thing is so big it can't fit the entire thing through a tire swing [08:37.06]But I don't think it would be logic to say I'm retirin' [08:40.36]But I should say "Bye, bye" earthlings, 'cause I'm back from Uranus [08:43.45]****ing up this grinding beat [08:45.06]I took the pain and learned how to put that shit into a song [08:47.53]You listen for flaws and strip it and try to pick it apart [08:49.11]So, when I am rippin', it's hard to tell where the impetus [08:50.90]Really because how I feel about amateurs with the bitch that you are [08:52.93]Like I never had to get my clothes at ****ing St. Vincent de Paul [08:55.46]Like I don't make sure every sentence and bar with a pencil to sharpen, like I'm quick on the draw [08:57.84]So, win that Pulitzer Price like Kendrick Lamar [09:00.12]You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog [09:02.88]'Cause y'all missing a heart [09:04.02]Plus your bitch is giving out brain like The Wizard of Oz [09:05.49]This shit is like sitting in the principal office, getting scalded for skipping [09:07.60]Y'all got detention, while I'm severe like Benzo withdrawal [09:09.51]Bitch, your skin's gonna crawl [09:10.72]I'm invincible, I've been through it all, like I never thought about just ending it [09:13.59]Until I got pissed off and put a fist through the wall [09:14.83]While my back was against, now I rap like I'm possessed [09:16.61]That's nine-tenths of the law
