the best has awoken
these niggas provoked me
the way these dykes hate me you would swear that they know me
it's crazy
but so am i so keep an open eye
fuck the mic
cause i would kill a dyke and call it homo-cide
fucked her
you'll get punk'd like rucker
that four-five spark like lightning but bark like thunder
y'all rap niggas full of shit and i'm that plumber
told your bitch come and eat this dick up like supper
i got a couple of drummers that'll pop that trunk up
and serve you hatin' ass niggas like lunch trucks
i'm a king
this crown fit me perfect
i earned that title
i worked hard
that's why i deserve it
for 12 years tryna get behind those curtains
i was gay for a reason
i believe this was my purpose
these niggas is nervous
toughen up
get out your purses
i'm angry
they tryna tell me i should limit my curses
nah
i spit that ether
i sip that demon
yo tweety
roll that reefer and spark that weed up
my haters increasing
my money increasing
i'm that tatted motherfucker that be humping your nieces
we
party all week and work on the weekend
obey laws
man we runnin' lights
dipping and speeding
i'm 23
i'm living life
no longer dreaming
i was depressed
popping pills
now i no longer need 'em
you know my style
four braids
gold grill
and a beater
i fuck with your soul like ether
snapback and some sneakers
5k for a feature
call jason to reach us
fuck this bitch in the bleachers
she the twin of aaliyah
hair long like selena
but her name is katrina
ass fat like serena
set it off like latifah
shit the bitches you be fucking
they look like felicia
i bring that raw shit
i'm a problem
you put the love in hip hop like stevie and jocelyn
my niggas is banging them hammers like sorry your honor
serving that ganja
cooking madonna like benihanas
if they ain't beside us then they behind us
we ahead
and i can get that from your mama
i fuck with your soul like ether
throw it back like a beeper
go deeper and deeper
bust a nut then i leave her
they been sleeping on the kid for a while
it's crazy
it's more people reaching out out of town
don't get me wrong
i know the brook forever holding me down
but where's promoters from my city? i don't see them around
where they at? the people saying i'm bringing hip hop back
they fiending
arms itching cause i spit that crack
they need it
like an alcoholic needing his jack
i think these niggas is afraid to see a dyke on the map
i'm disrespectful
yeah i might have your wife on my lap
or on her knees
now my tommy boxers covered in mac
lipstick
her ass feel like a big ass biscuit
i like 'em thim slick
when i hug her i grip it
this her ain't nothing new
i been lit like incense
a pretty ass dyke
got more hoes than christmas
but don't get it confused
naw homie don't twist it
cause this 32 will have 'em shook up like bisquick
i don't always want to bring it to violence
so i'ma spit that real shit
you know
kick 'em some knowledge
rip to all my niggas gone
moment of silence
live every day like it's your last cause tomorrow ain't promised
free all my niggas locked down
serving time in them boxes
to single mothers out working
putting checks in they pockets
to all the youth that graduated
now headed to college
to all the rappers out grinding
keep going
you got it
to all my gays struggling
still stuck in the closet
just come out
be you
never try to disguise it
to all my trap niggas trapping
cooking and chopping
watch for them snitch niggas ratting
giving names to the coppers
do anything you want to do
you got plenty of options
i'm sending rappers to god
make 'em die from these bars
tell 'em step to the kid
give a fuck who you are