i ain't bullshittin

i ain't made it this far fuckin' round stankin' ass bitches

i ain't made it this far slippin'

so i ain't 'bout to start right now

said i ain't bout to start right now

i ain't bullshittin'

i ain't made this much money doin' bad business

or listenin' to stupid ass

goofy ass niggas

so i ain't bout to start right now

said i ain't bout to start right now

i ain't bullshittin'

never hesitate to up-and-touch your foes jaw

bullet proof vest on fuckin' hoe's raw

only fear i have is being a has-been

only thing i care about is just who's been laughin'

dig a hole

make a box for soon as this craft ends

or just put my ass in rehab with charlie sheen

three tabs

and some jin for you to get madden in

we gon' sniff enough blow in here to kill two and half men

niggas think i came off fast in this game laughin' at lames

with a map of an immaculate passageway this spectacular fame

that's how they do you every time

they think you're fake

you ain't the truest until you make the papers then they sue you

that's when i tell you bitch to do it for this vine

she ain't gon' never say to me

she ain't gon' do it

toast along journeys

i ride separate

only problem that i have

with the big motherfucker's a wide stretcher

in long gurney

then you're gon' see a murder case deflate

when my attorneys apply pressure

and press your bust pipes but i bet ya'

this pipe gon' bust a motherfucker head

if ever i catch her

why i disrespect her

behind the scenes after playin' the side lines

dressed up in thug attire when they soft as a signal

when that wi-fi messed up

this a hot spot

yeah right hater

play hop scotch or hot twot

i'm hot

why in the fuck would i listen to haters?

knowing damn well let 'em fuck with my paper

'til i die

i only listen to crooked i

i ain't bullshittin'

i keep it raw niggas rhymes deluded

prostitutin' for the label nigga your mind's polluted

go ahead try and dispute it

they buildin' an army full of niggas willin' to sell their soul and they asshole

that's the kind recruited

a sucker born every second time's computed

just grab a nine and shoot it

hyper-feminine rapper claim your troops

let you lynch me in the orchard before i hang with fruit

unless they of islam

i'm just sayin' the truth

rather hear me rappin' bout bitches givin' brain in a coupe

i know

but i'm ill a g

like make it some trilogy

not three movies i mean something that pimp c would say

a trill-a-g

and i'm sicker than mixin' liquor with henney-cillin

i'm chillin' in my coupe with no roof and i could see the moon shinin'

like whiskey in tennessee

no jordan but a brick or key is 23

i'm the biggest thug of them all with a street poetry

i leave blood on the wall so the streets know it's me

crooked i

last rapper that won't compromise

real nigga

they probably want me ostracised

i'm the nigga you can't colonize

not for dollar signs

i don't care if my profit rise

long as i prophesize

long as i'm the non-fiction documentary and you the nigga that dramatized

no need to apologize

put your sorries in your big pocket

make up a dance to have a chance nigga

i rather big pac it

i'd rather pun l it

i'd rather beans jay it

i rather em nas it

i don't listen to you goofy niggas take on it

that's why the beemer got the temporary plates on it

that's why xxl got your nigga's face on it

it's 97 bad boy

this my mace moment