[Intro]
And it, it became personal with me

[Verse 1]
If I say it, I mean it, if you say you the greatest, prepare to be playin' some defense
Face is the meanest, got you rappin' in front of a church 'cause you facin' a demon
Take 'em to cleaners 'cause I'm washin' these n***as, that's how I be stayin' the cleanest
Baby, I'm feastin', I be servin' these jerks like Jamaicans, don't hate that I'm eatin'
Damn, let's end this, the bars like the guitar of Jimi Hendrix
That means they on fire, where's the choir? I'm 'bout to sing, bitch
My pen hits the pad and that shit is law, no amendments
I'll send texts and make sure your next step is a Semtex
Kaboom, bitch! Moral of the story is: Don't send threats
Could see an F&N for an SMS full of vengeance
Let's get it, bro, I'm good in this mad city like Kendrick
So do not be a hero unless you know the Avengers
I break nose, like Weezy, you just pop up with ya face swole
The gats out, these n***as finna back out like J—, ah!
Fuck it, though, that's just a clever way to say they up the pole
.44 Bull Dog, don't get booped by the puppy nose
The fuckin' flow is way too fuckin' nasty, call it Puffy Combs
My shit is jammin', boy, this shit is slammin' like Dusty Rhodes
I'll step on them, ain't a n***a that be matchin' up to fizza, ain't a n***a I ain't better then
I would get at them, but they cornier than dissin' Benzino on the behalf of Eminem, ah!

[Hook]
Pop another bottle if you like that, bruh, bruh, huh
I'm just tryna tell you, you ain't like that, bruh, bruh, nah
Brakes scrapin', that means that I might crash, bruh, bruh
They gon' bury my mic wherever Christ at, bruh, bruh, yeah
[Hook]
Pop another bottle if you like that, bruh, bruh, huh
I'm just tryna tell you, you ain't like that, bruh, bruh, nah
Brakes scrapin', that means that I might crash, bruh, bruh
They gon' bury my mic wherever Christ at, bruh, bruh

[Verse 2]
Okay, side bar, these n***as think they snappin' but they cappin'
Only passion is to see who raps the fastest, shit is tragic
Is every view a fuckin' good view? I'm just askin'
I ain't tryna go viral from n***as crackin' from my rappin'
Yeah, I'm so nice, but I ain't tryna be polite, I won't go light
See, these ho guys is for sure mice, you n***as 12 like four trikes
If we gon' fight, then it's for life, I remember when we had no light
We had to get our heat from the stove lights, I ain't eatin' ramen for my whole life
You know, right? I'm still dope as a coke heist
I ain't tryna be an activist, I'm tryna be some Activis and lean a n***a like some cold Sprite
Code red, you know I decoded the code, right?
Might cop a candy-coated cold as Mike Jones in '05
The smoke rise, n***a, my shit is fire like Ozai
But doper than the Ozarks, but fuck that n***a's ho wife
Nice my whole life, man, you couldn't survive my old lines
Probably would've died off of shit I wrote in '09
Oh my, that's factual, this some shit I had to do
I just passed it back to you, quarterback doin' laterals
They snap to Scru, I gamble and scramble, then never pass to you
'Cause I know that you lackin' the passion, it's in your attitude
But when I get this touchdown, n***a, show your gratitude
Or we gon' have your bitch drop your longitude and latitude
Splatter you, game is full of racists, tell 'em blow pipe
Suckers Black as Uncle Ruckus, deep inside, they soul White
Homie told me, "Don't you worry 'bout 'em, they got no life"
But on behalf of black dads, fuck you for your whole life
.45— oh, ho, ho, ho
Hold on
[Outro]
I got way more, baby
Is you like that, lil' bruh?
Hold on, hold on
Is you like that, lil' bruh?
Hahahaha, I ain't the one, bae
But you know, I love you