R.I.E bitch

Yah

Ima semi-automatic

Yah

Cause I spit

With no glitch

And I hit

I don’t miss

Share a spliff

With yo’ bitch

While she’s twisting her hips

She don’t snitch

She don’t tip

With her lips on my dick

She a trip with that shit

Man

She crazy

I’m deranged

I don’t play B

Get out my range

Uh

Cause the way I attack it

Semi-automatic

I load it and strap it

While cutting through traffic

I stab it

I jab it

Kidnap it

Don’t play with the savage

You’ll turn into baggage

You know I do damage

Uh

They know me, don’t play games

R.I.E be my name ah

God, God, God dammit Ima

God, God, God dammit Ima

God, God, God dammit Ima

Ima, Ima semi-automatic

Cause I ratter and tatter

Just make yo brain splatter

To me it don’t matter

See I am a rapper

And you are a slacker

I’m totting the swagger

I go up the ladder

Just make your dreams shatter

Ya’ll can’t tame me

I’m insane, ha

Ya’ll can’t blame me

I want that fame, heh

Cause I’m back in this hoe

And I’m bringing the dope

For you there’s no hope

Put your head in the rope

I’m totting the scope

I’m done being broke

This is no joke

You can get smoked

Ya’ll don’t phase me

I ain’t playing, ha

Ya’ll can’t change me

I stay the same, ha

God, God, God dammit Ima

God, God, God dammit Ima

God, God, God dammit Ima

Ima, Ima semi-automatic

And you digging the burst

But you thinking you cursed

Cause the bullets dispersed

And you feeling the hurt

And your face in the dirt

And you need to be nursed

Man could it get worse?

Well you could get murked

Call me the messiah

I’m bringing the fire

Yeah first they perspire

And then they expire

And then they retire

And if the future is any wiser

Then they will aspire to acquire

The skill that I got, but you can’t get higher

I’m up in the tower of my empire

So all you can do is just sit and admire

And perhaps be inspired

I’ve been at the bottom

The problems - I got em

We got something in common

These rappers are nothing

They are just fronting

I’m Batman in Gotham

And they are just Robin

So they are forgotten

Yeah

That’s how you motherfuckin’ kill that shit man

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

This is an attack

But I am holding back

To prove I can kill it while cutting you slack

You’re stuck in my trap

You’re nothing but snacks

Nothing remains but blood and some scraps

You got a snapback

So you think you can rap

My 8th year rapping bitch don’t fuck with that

Nobody can touch me in this place where I’m at

Ima semi-automatic

And you’re just a gat

And I mean what I say

And I say what I mean

This is a buffet

Fuckin’ cuisine

Its D.O.A

With R.I.E

No playing games

No C.O.D

I’ve been on my grind

In ain’t wasting time

Competition is slim

And that is sublime

Can’t you see that the title is mine?

I’m not even close to being in my prime

God, God, God dammit Ima

God, God, God dammit Ima

God, God, God dammit Ima

Ima, Ima semi-automatic