Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Danger
D, call me crazy
But you just a bitch,
never gonna get rich
Never gonna get rich
Matter fact, you's a snitch
Matter fact, you my bitch
I fuck you up anytime
Fucking blow out your mind
But you're already on
psych meds already
You the motherfucker who's
really fucking crazy
Fuck that, fuck that
Jay -Z
Fuck that, fuck that
Kanye
Fuck that, fuck that
Drake
Motherfuckers made a
mistake not signing me
Fuck you nigga, fuck you nigga,
fuck you nigga
Suck a dick, you're to that shit,
you're to that shit, you're to that shit
Bowin' down to
Kim, bowin' down to fuckin'
Leont 'e
Motherfuckin'
Drake ain't even got a fiance
He's just a slut for these
bitches to fuck
Always gettin' played out
with the dick in his mouth
Never gonna be number one,
not with me around
Cause this motherfucker will
get fuckin' shut down
I'm the baddest motherfucker
there ever fuckin' was
Call ya cuss, call ya blood,
I don't really give a fuck
I'm just raw, I'm just real,
I just tell you how I feel
And it's comin' from
K .O .D., wish you would, body me
Nigga, you ain't got no heart,
fake -ass nigga from the start
Never sold drugs, always was with thugs,
they did all the fuckin' work
All you did was fuckin' study down,
study down, study down
You ain't like 50 &
M, 50 &
Biggie, really fuckin' told that shit
All you did was run around and bite
Biggie shit
Fuckin' biter, not a writer,
not a writer, but a buyer
Cam 'ron told it fuckin' well,
yeah I know you fuckin' well
You's a motherfuckin' snail,
always crawlin', crawlin', crawlin'
Tryin' to get your little shot,
bottom line you wouldn't be hot
If
Pop and
Biggie was still a fuckin' lot
Cause the motherfuckers came
through and hit your yard
Hard, hard, hard in your heart
Cause you really wasn't ready,
you really wasn't ready
You really wasn't ready
Got fuckin' lucky, got fuckin' lucky
Like me with
Kevin
Lowes, but you couldn't
give me my chance
Fuck you nigga, fuck you nigga, fuckin'
Kanye
God damn, nigga, you time is fucked
But you keep on getting fucking,
fucking, fucking fucked up
Leave that alcohol alone
Come on, nigga, you just grown
What the fuck is this at
tention shit about?
God damn, why'd you let
Trump put you out like that?
Got you wearing a red hat
Come on, nigga, you is black
That shit is whack, that shit is whack,
that shit is whack, that shit is whack
Matter of fact, all them niggas just bitches
All about getting riches
Supposed to be representing
for us brothers
You supposed to be telling the
fucking truth
Motherfucker, you not the truth
Motherfucker, you not bulletproof,
you just a motherfuckin' man
You ain't
Jay -Z, motherfuckin', you crazy
Jay -Z is king of kings, lord of lords,
lord of lords, lord of lords, lord of lords
And he's my fuckin' sword,
a real fuckin' god, a real fuckin'
OSHA
Baby, baby, I'm fuckin'
Jay -Z
Get the fuck off my birthright,
you little sorry shit
Cause all you fuckin' do is suck
a whole lot of dicks
Everything that you got, fuckin'
Jay -Z gave you
Motherfucker, what you do?
Look, these white folks enslave you
Make you fuckin' promote
some gay homo shit
Goddamn nigga,
you goin' around fuckin' suckin' dick
Low -life shit, straight low -life shit
Goddamn
Megan, goddamn
Megan, goddamn
Megan
You way better than now,
cause you fuckin' kept it real
Understand why you said that other shit,
the other shit
But just tell the truth,
that shit's fuckin' fuckin' far
Fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' far
You know who told me?
Fuckin'
God
God said
Jay -Z need to change
his fuckin' name
Cause at the end of the day,
this nigga ain't nothin' but a lame
Be ashamed to even call
yourself that shit
What the fuck is wrong with you?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You're nothing but a prostitute
A fucking whore, a fucking whore,
a fucking whore
Using you for they agenda, agenda, agenda
A little fucking cunt,
that's what the fuck you fucking are
Goddamn, how the fuck you become
a fucking star?
Goddamn, man, goddamn, man
This shit's really fucking wild
Motherfucker, you don't know me,
but I'm really
God's child
Killed a man with a rock
And now I'm back on the block
And I'm comin' through,
and I'm hit tin' you niggas with a rock
The real fuckin' rock, the fuckin' church,
makin' bitch niggas hurt
Matter of fact, I wanna say right now,
fuck little derp
Bitch nigga, why don't you
come kill me with your own gun
I won't run, I won't run,
pussy nigga, come get some
I'm really ready, I'm really ready,
I'm really off the fuckin' chain
All this shit that I'm fuckin'
sayin' is comin' from
God, man
Bring your army, bring your crew, ready for you,
what the fuck you wanna do?
Matter of fact, hell nah, bitch niggas,
I'm comin' to you
Shittin' on you in your face, in your face,
in your face, in your face, in your face
I ain't worried about catchin' no case
Fuck y 'all niggas,
y 'all all disgraced
Fuckin' black men, black men
You got handled by a camp
Goddamn
Kanye
Why'd you marry a whore,
why'd you marry a whore?
Come on, why'd you marry a whore?
How many niggas been to your door?
How many niggas slept in your bed,
slept in your bed, slept in your bed?
You heard what fuckin'
Drake said
And
Drake just did that shit just to
make you fuckin' mad
Just to make you fuckin' mad
Crazy, crazy, crazy
Yeah,
Drake, that was smart
But
I'ma tell your bitch ass a fuckin' part
Cause you been gettin' bitch way
from the fuckin' start
Everybody got a piece of that ass
Am I wrong?
Am I wrong?
Listen to every fuckin' song
This and this, this and that
This and this, this and that
But all you had to fuckin' do
Is lay flat on your back
Niggas was tearin' yo ass up
And you never said shit
Then you fi nally said
I got a fuckin' tight ghost rider
So this ride is gonna rip, y 'all
You didn't do it by yourself
That was fuckin' somebody else
That was fucking somebody else
You never was lit, bottom line
J -Pens never felt your shit
Bitch and you got a dope
ghostwriter
Ghostwriter, dare you nigga
Come, come, come freestyle
Fucking me
And I guarantee you
I'm gonna rise to the
T .O .P
Go toe -to -toe with me, nigga
Bitch, go toe -to -toe with me, nigga
Bitch, go toe -to -toe with me
Bitch, on a fucking freestyle
Come on, nigga
Let's fucking do it
Let's go to
Hot 97 and freestyle
All for beats, all for beats
You cannot fuck with me
Jay -Z cannot fuck with me
Kanye, he even only got a ghostwriter
Man, that shit fuckin' hurt
Goddammit, fuck a lil' dirt
Freestyle for me, bitch
Freestyle for me, bitch
Let's do this shit, let's do this shit
Let's see who's really fuckin' lit
Cause everything's comin' crazy
But you just a bitch
Never gonna get rich
Never gonna get rich
Matter of fact, you's a snitch
Matter of fact, you my bitch
I'll fuck you up anytime
Fuckin' blow out your mind
But you're already on
psych meds already
You the motherfucker who's
really fuckin' crazy
Fuck that, fuck that
Jay -Z
Fuck that, fuck that
Kanye
Fuck that, fuck that trick
Motherfuckers made a mistake,
