[Chorus]
My foes keep me on my toes, it’s hella disgusting
If they ever catch me slipping, end of discussion
Send a rose to my mother tell her that I love her
But send my guns to my kinfolk, get ‘em brothers
[Post-Chorus]
Go get ‘em brothers, go get 'em brothers
Go get ‘em brothers, go get ‘em brothers
[Verse 1]
These rappers live on the 'Gram, for followers and clicks
They goin’ out with chicks, women post a thousand pics
As they tag your location, Satan is out to snatch your chain
He’s waitin’ 'round to blow your brains out
Thеy put out a hit, yeah
I don’t do camera filters, don’t count on it
It’s a roll of dicе when you go loggin’ into that account again
Cause y’all don’t know the price when it is real life and you encounter men
Who wanna start a murder scene, social currency’s counterfeit
Rappers tryna get lots of guap, not gon’ stop ’til they go cop a yacht
Hoppin’ from spot to spot, dodging paparazzi
When you in Casablanca, then they go cock a Glock (BA BA BA)
Put ‘em on a choppin’ block, y’all finna get rocked and socked
Cause the block is hot, bitch I’m not the one you
Wanna play with, y’all better quit eggin' me
Wait and see, we’ll go A to Z
Serrated blade’ll turn you haters, to grated cheese, slice and dicing
I’m knifing your life at night like ISIS
And wiping the blood, on your frightened wife, she’s afraid of me
And if only one of us is leaving it’s not you, dog
No welcome to the gulag, run into Luke Gawne
The final boss, this ain’t Michael Scott from The Office
I go crazy with the beats like I’m Dwight from Schutte Farms
[Chorus]
My foes keep me on my toes, it’s hella disgusting
If they ever catch me slipping, end of discussion
Send a rose to my mother tell her that I love her
But send my guns to my kinfolk, get ‘em brothers
[Post-Chorus]
Go get ‘em brothers, go get 'em brothers
[Bridge]
They say the money, it changed me
I don’t do good when I’m cranky
Isn’t it funny, I look at these dummies
I look and they talkin’ too crazy
Y’all motherfuckers are lazy, ain’t but a couple of babies
Live in a bubble, you looking for trouble
Then come on and get it
[Verse 2]
I’ll slay these bitches, I leave ‘em in a grave, and ditches
With eighty stitches, my gun never strays or misses
I’m way too vicious, like rabies
I eat a ladies liver and gizzards with a nine month baby in her
Then pay for dinner, so check please
Throw ‘em my card, and she texts me come over
As I pull up my car
She wants her neck squeezed, like Homer did Bart
Don’t call me daddy
No, my name is not Darth, I’m Skywalker, I was born in the stars
To catch me I’d have to lower the bar
No dumbbells, what I’m lifting is smart
Tony Stark, made of iron, 'cause the flow is so hard
Couldn’t stop it I’m like a bull when I charge
Tell Noah, "Get to loading the Ark"
Mozart, when composing the art
I hit the spot, like I’m throwing a dart
While you went over the mark
So keel over while you’re holding heart
My music’s radioactive, glow in the dark
[Verse 3]
(My-my-my)
My rhymes are like an atomic bomb when I go drop the fire
Blow your whole metropolis on it’s side, call me Oppenheimer
It’s not a threat
If I ever said you were absent minded I just don’t advise ya to bet against me, my stock is climbing, yeah, so stop your wining
You pussy and vagina, this shit is easy money
I rap on autopilot, I’m talkin’ Elon Money
Me and Shaq just bought an island
Call the pilot, time to fly to beaches
Sunny, ultraviolet, I got the heart of lions
No time for peace and quiet
Rather riot, start a World War just to see some violence
Belt of Orion, I’m a star
Tell my foes they ain’t getting very far
Like when fat people try a diet
[Chorus]
My foes keep me on my toes, it’s hella disgusting
If they ever catch me slipping, end of discussion
Send a rose to my mother tell her that I love her
But send my guns to Nick and Paul, go get ‘em brothers
[Post-Chorus]
Go get ‘em brothers, go get 'em brothers
Go get ‘em brothers, go get 'em brothers