[Intro]

*You're now listening to AraabMUZIK*

Random bars, that's what we gonna call this

This is like a thank you

Thank you

[Verse]

Now Ryan's wit is electric like appliances

Now let the flying fist wreck ya, I insist

I'm here to tap some draws, tap some jaws, ballin' that's for yall

I'm here to palm the fuckin' globe like a basketball

They told me I was gold I ain't react at all

I'm stayin' hungry like Em while these ho's act in awe

Fuck money, but tell the government give me some since they print it

I'm a schizophrenic, mental clinic, pencil pennin'

Pimp lieutenant livin' to fight in which if you flinch you in it

Quit your pretendin' you here to be saved I'm simply sent to be sinnin'

Your minds on quitter your vibes on bitter

Check my file my resume is verified on Twitter

Your jeans got a pussy under it

I'll hang up a sign that says your place with a arrow pointin' down and put you under it

You rapping all lies niggas

Misery love company ass groupie ass basketball wive niggas

I been a vet reppin' since Eminem's test record

Which was better then any of our enemies best efforts

An it was just us then, we been the best bet then

We been on top of our green like vinaigrette dressing

You should re-group from the fire

If your killers resemble Keisha from New Jack City or Snoop from The Wire

The only beefin' I'm doing with pussy is screwing

Your crew is in ruins we eat'n an all you doing is chewing

The only swallowing being done is by your girl

You couldn't digest that you probably try an earl

I gotta right hand, it's Debo cold

Run into it playing and end up with Steve-O's nose

I will leave you where you riffing at

Yelling take that, while I click an clack two guns that I nicknamed "This and That"

I play the tune of violence for hours with the same gun that Nas used till I gave you power rewind an listen back

My shit's a mansion, your shit's a shack now check your handguns

We can go tit for tat it's a fact like correct answers

The damn drum'll leave you in the can with your Samsung

Can put a foot in your mouth, without a damn tongue

You plus one on the list at the club with your boy don't give you the right to challenge a pro, you And-1

Nigga I don't got no story

All I know is I'm quick to pop an put that boy in a hole, turn his body to a suppository

While yall hard I'm rolling alone

I get your broad pregnant then I pay to abort it with a card over the phone

If people could endure Royce more, I'm so in the zone

Speak with your indoor voice, boy; lower your tone

So now the sky's the limit

My shades cover eyes that are windows to his soul that's private, ho, mind your business

You're contracts on the table looking like a tarnished napkin

My contracts on the table looking like the Donald's taxes

Yeah, y'all niggas acting real light-skinned

Stick a knife in your right hand

Tell you sit your five dollar ass down 'fore I make change, ask yo' ass what you say nigga? Aight then

Now that I'm(a) pen perks executive I'll call you a *censored*

Draw the line and let you insert the expletive, Nickel!