We never heard of you but they heard of us.
They put them down, we livin' to burn us up.
You keep saying word of your mother but word of what.
I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas, I turn it up.
Come on, come on, kill us.
Here go my cup, give me some more liquor.
Open this back window, let me dump more niggas.
It's my error, I'm about to turn it up for niggas.
These to the New York nigga, fuckers, the fuck I nigga.
Cause now they got the Brooklyn Nets and Barley Center.
Hello, missus and mister, cousins, brothers and sisters.
Ladies and gentlemen, children, prisoners and fingerprints.
Snakes who like to slither, wolves, monkeys, gorillas.
Veterans and againists, righteous people and sinners.
Gamers, losers and winners, ice-grillers and grinners.
Hope y'all hold some good swimmers, cause I'm as deep as the river.
I'm the bad guy, just like the Joker Rilla.
Veterans, Mike and his prime man in the mirror and thriller.
You ain't the real man, you can't even use the shit up.
You a pussycat, you probably got kitty litter.
Kill rich niggas and shit chiller.
Representing for the wicks, blitters and skit bidders who get scrilla.
Like Benny Man, car jack or bitch nigga.
Who got the keys to the jeep?
Sim Simmer, we never heard of you but they heard of us.
They put them down, we livin' to burn us up.
You keep sayin' word of your mother and word of wife.
I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas, I turn it up.
Come on, come on, kill us.
Here go our cops, give me some more niggas.
Open this back window, let me dump all niggas.
It's my era, I'm about to turn it up for niggas.
When my aura will deliver, it's such a moral deliver.
I don't quarrel with winners, I give them sorrow and shivers.
You think your artist is illogist, cause it's carved from the dill of this music.
Jara is bitter, cause you're some horrible spitters.
When I swallow the liquor, I write a marvel of scripture.
Start drawin' the picture, cause I'm immortal, my nigga.
People's played out, so I don't bother with niggas.
But as long as it's tender, I eat your squad up for dinner.
Put my palms on the trigger, and shoot you all in your liver.
Enjoy all of you niggas, I'm cool and calm.
It's a killer, you're being starving for figures.
Man, who are you vanilla?
Ice, I'm a nut, you think you're a pussy, don't you?
At long last, okay, I can read that cover stuff.
She won't come back, getting swindled and pipped
She won't come back, getting stripped by this
This is a set shirt, hella dope
And I'm in the same water, six other people in this club
Is that hella dope?
Week game, come take a look through my telescope
Trying to get girls from a brand new hella won't
Man, you hella won't
Goodwill
Poppin' tags
Yes, I'm out
I'm gonna pop some tags
I only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm out and looking for a comma
This is fucking my son
I'll wear your granddad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big ass cold
From that thrift shop down the road
