♪ Yeah, my familiar real G's, so you never hear em They just go about their business, never leave a witness Y'all would rather post it on the gram to maintain an image Shit is ridiculous, I'm so appalled, this is no one's fault But everybody's responsible They all shitted on the kid when he had a little dream But they love him when he's doing the impossible You do just comical ♪ Get that motherfucker Yeah ♪ Yeah, my brother told me go easy on those guys They gon' have it harder when they see the kiddo rise Bein' tricks, I'm gougin' out their eyes Every time these verses are reprised Kill em with success and they'll never have a clue to how they died Think about it You ain't really mad at me, you bitches mad at yourself That shit is bad for your health, but fuck it Fuck you, gon' drag em out You a selfish motherfucker, only pass to yourself Maybe I should tone it down a little, ask for some help But there's two types of people in this world Those who gotta ask, and those who make it happen themself And I refuse to be a bitch like you I'm not a bit like you I been stabbed in the back so many times that it slipped right through Life's a bitch, but every dog has his day Wait until that bitch bites you My familiar real G's, so you never hear em Cause they be low as fuck, try me, come and test your luck I be tryin' chill, but the problems always level up Feel like Meadows' dad, ventin' to a memo pad When it ends, does it really all cut to black? Cause if it does, I hope the afterlife will cut a slack I been to hell and back, already walkin' dead Feel like a motherfuckin' zombie So much pussy, I'm the nine bitches To get with us, didn't lie with us Big stone, wide high seat, my diamonds glisten Hustle harder than Tracy Morgan and the 90's niggas Cut a crime like a 90's nigga Doggy style, the right position Kiss the girls, make em cry, tell em all lies Then apologizin', got the gas with me and the drum down Burn the shit down, let the nigga win it Only sold my soul cause I tried to flip it, huh The pussy mine, use one to hug, to ride in the shoe, huh I take your flow, diss you with ya, I ain't fuckin' with it Said mister, mister, please give me some of that I need to fix it, we get high as fuck Let me fight a fucker like Guns N' Roses with a twisted scissor I lie later, cut the scissor, bitch Got a queen kissin' on my set, bitch I'm in the Gucci, Snoopie, feel it lucid, dead grippin' Drone drivin', swarmin' F with it Feel like the only rapper who can match this magic madness It's probably madness, bipolar disorder, man, I might be manic I battle myself with practice, survival tactics, I adapt it I is God, the show my way, but rappin' never endin' Satan's guessless, fuckin' Rihanna in Bahamas, top of my checklist Turquoise set and blood diamonds, I put my necklace Onyxia syndrome, selfish, trapped in my mind, doin' a sentence Shit, somebody help me Help me, help me, help me Shit, somebody help me