i got soldiers that'll turn shit out
do i come correctly when it's my turn? no doubt
i twisted trees in the cold with one hand wipin' my nose
girls say that i'm fly 'cause they be likin' my clothes
but the clothes or the money can't make the man
when i apply my vicious grip
there are no winnings for you
is bring an endin' to you and your crew
i sip a brew and at the same time drink the life out of you
i righteously come through
created in the likeness of who?
can sell a half a line for a g
you won't be takin' mine from me
heard my lightnin' and thunder
type of stress i've been under
i'm here to smack you back
all you fake niggas run and hide
it's lil dap in the place to be
y'all ain't built for what we been through
i might as well record in the sewer
notorious lord of the war
before i was crawlin' i'd warn you and show you the ruger
i'ma shoot four through your fedora
i could get these niggas x'd
shit'll be simple as orderin' an uber
i don't know what's quicker to change
but i guarantee you don't nothin' move more than the moolah
all these rappers really cut out to do is squash the beef and dip
y'all need to cut out the diva shit
every time a nigga like fever nina come out the dealership
the streets hear the sound of that preem droppin' the needle skip
like kane walkin' in the symphony"