[Loaded Lux]

I think every rapper frail

Bitch niggas, run with a union of Gabrielles

Switch hitter, perm in his braids, flashy nails, fightin'...

Most you went around was a carousel, but you like 'em

Yell... I wanna hear where the hate was. Just remind me why I don't trade hugs with fake thugs, that ain't love

You got a business of niggas that take drugs

And why every time you get money you pay stubs, huh?

I bring viewers. Even if they pick you first

Say there's no way you losin', most we'll do is split a verse

I say the longer they stay tuned in, they'll predict the worst…

But doesn't Popeye take Brutus? Well, he had to get to the spinach first. Watch me work

Who's buzzin? They're nothing, they're loud flies

I'll swat 'em out, I'm a slaughterhouse full of cowhide

You put nothing in a box but biscuits and hot fries

Your son' gon see chicken when he look in his pop eyes

I'm enraged… They brought shade, lemonade, lawn chairs

I'm launch clears, pin grenades, bomb scares

They want a battle, they thought he took the date down wrong

You're just smart enough to know

"Hey, I fix cars… I don't break down bombs"

And I'm on, shit's comedy, don't mind me. I'm an Eddie Murphy movie, you'll never roll nigga, I'll play everybody

But he don't know I snap out in rap bouts?

I take a shit the only way you coming back out

To have doubts is senseless, especially if we're bettin'

He'll be an outgoing message; scentless

They say them Harlem boys Pretty Boy Floyd with the hand action. Thorough, borrough, bread, but I ain't ya man, Hatton

Every bar, he go hard, my cannon crackin'

Now look at the Cannon crackin'

And NY might be, the streets cold

The closest you been to brisk was some fine ICE tea

He know, the lesson's a syllable, try, you'll see

Go home, look in the mirror, say

"When it comes to gangsta there's no I in Gee

Now break that down, look what you do for fans

They told the boy he was a soldier

And now he think he's Superman

And you finna get your cape stuck in the sky like shoes

He don't wanna straighten up and fly right

The 9 rights and niggas I'm bred with

He think he's ill, I'ma show em he's bedsick

Nah you ain't slippin', my nigga, your leg slipped

Where in the fuck is you getting the competition at? Craigslist

He can act like he a threat cause he can rap to a cassette

I'll send my skanks to run up in banks, track a nigga's check

I'll match whoever bet, he can patch in a cadet

He can snatch whoever, they can snap together like barrettes

Bitches, ya'll all timid, no poking his frame

Look leaky, crack in his tank, coke in his veins

I bet that nigga broke where he hang. Judging by his weight he probably be holding doors open for change

This is big dog shit, lil nigga, I don't rate with runts

How I do, not in my crew... ain't no space for lunch

Jail is full of niggas like you, I don't take in punks

They get interrogated, fill their head with cases, wait a month

Walls closing in on that nigga, now he pray with monks

He gon run outta space

Then come out his face like razor bumps

Worst to come, he was the only guy arrested, racing drunk

They tore the car inside out, never made the gun

It was fear, scared thinking of years he might play the bunk

Shit... for George Washington, nigga, he was only facin' one

I'ma make your home a grave

For ever thinking you can hold a stage

With a pirhana when you're synonymous with a float parade

All this means is, we both war machines, but you older grade

Golden Age, one advance and I'ma feel his growing pains

I'ma take his throat and shave it close with his shoulder blades

Oh behave, I grope the cage, go in raids

Rhyme and every spine I make line up straight like rollerblades

Stand for Lux, I'm national, TV, name cover fliers

You ever see him in a tube? He's probably rubbing tires

It's always them nothing ass niggas, trouble find ya

My shit together, rub sticks together

You look like you discovered fire… I'm a rider