Intro: Im a take you lame niggas back to school

You bullshittin on the mic

Now I gotta teach you niggas how to rap again

Verse 1: First off, you washed up, dryer than hot sand

On the beach, fuck an idol, motherfucker, we are not friends

And yes, this is coming from a hip hop fan

If thats how you felt from the jump then no love lost then

You old niggas became cowards when the walls are caving in

Turning on your favorite friends

But claim to be one of the bravest men

Doing all this dirt then blame it on the youngins

If you gonna cry maybe you need to stay away from onions

Made it cause Im something but I refuse to suck dick

Cause youll never see me coming like your dad, I bust quick

Cause I love my craft too much to go ahead and rush shit

But it pains my heart to know my favorite rapper was just a punk bitch

Chorus: Be careful who you trust

Use to be cool n school now you wanna fuss and cuss

Trigger ready, Im prepared to bust

Better watch ya back before you self destruct

(Repeat)

Verse 2: Verse 2, this goes out to you weak bums

You brag off of cheap crumbs

Swag retro like re-runs

I see the rap gane, look what it's become

You bully the defenseless but that shit ain't G, son

Popping these guns like you and Iron Mike are equivalent

If you was in his face, he'd probably treat you like a lil' bitch

Fake niggas act like I dont know what hard is

Like Im supposed to be afraid of a dude who's mildly retarded

No disrespect to the mentally disabled

Im fucking crazy too and I ain't giving you a fable

Pop pills for depression and anxiety

But when I mention what Im spittin, everybody's side eyin me

I always knew what its like to be an outcast

I drop substance, you abuse it, thats why you clowns put out trash

Chorus: Be careful who you trust

Use to be cool n school now you wanna fuss and cuss

Trigger ready, Im prepared to bust

Better watch ya back before you self destruct

(Repeat)

Verse 3: Now this goes out to the last nigga

Im bout to whoop yo ass nigga

Roasting session, so no question

This is cooking class, nigga

Use to be nerd and corny, now you wanna be Mr. blast triggaz

Sold ya soul to make fast figures but this gon be ya last, nigga

I blame myself, shoulda told you niggas to never mess with me

Fucking em raw, without a trace, call that a vesectomy

Too late to apologize, dont even try to message me

Loaded Lux, rap in a tux, gonna get this recipe

Recipe? Call it Dizaster, but this is not who Im coming after

Thinking its funny, so much laughter but nothing can be any sadder

You think you winning you must be mad, bruh, this is the final chapter

Revelations 2020, get prepared for the rapture

Kodak black, roll that back, the picture I painted gets captured

Chorus: Be careful who you trust

Use to be cool n school now you wanna fuss and cuss

Trigger ready, Im prepared to bust

Better watch ya back before you self destruct

(Repeat)