[Intro]

Alright (x4)

[Verse 1]

End with the fake shit

I'm sick of these rappers and basics

Sick of the fact that these haters keep on trying and pulling this "great" shit

Pussy, you finna get face-lift

Definitely hated

We hate shit

Most these new artists are only replacements

Creating brainage

Trying to get my bitch to match my bracelet

That's flawless

But some of you probably weren't understanding that statement

Complacent

But knowing that I'm gonna be making it out of this basement

Just face it

Y'all rappers make me nothing but irritated

A legend since '97

Stepping to every veteran

I wish I had a dollar for every bitch that I slept with

I wish I had a dollar for every race that I stepped in

I wish a motherfucker would try me and get beheaded

I've been

The nicest rapper by far and it's undeniable

The words from over-hyped dick-suckers is unreliable

So who am I to know when the highs are low and it's time to go?

Cause people only fucking with you now because it's time to blow

[Hook]

Aye, and tell them rappers bring they're writtens with them

Aye, and tell them haters we ain't getting with them

Aye, and tell them labels bring they're millions with them

Aye, and tell your bitches bring they're bitches with them

Shit...

[Verse 2]

One of the nicest motherfucker

I really couldn't care if you don't like me, motherfucker

We running and ducking these rappers like we fighting, motherfuckers

I swear to God my feet just look like Nike, motherfucker, that's

Haul checks

We next

We Corvettes

Put your money on the table, we taking up all bets

All battles, and all threats

And personal calls, texts

No letters, no emails, if you talking we'll cause deaths and that's real

So tell me, that shit you was talking?

Tell me that you wasn't stupid enough to be running your mouth with no caution

Tell me that you wasn't one of them people

I heard about, rapping 'bout guns, when I see you

In public and suddenly you don't have nothing to say to me

Shit, cause it happens so often

Funny how shit can affect y'all

That rapping shit doesn't impress, dawg

You never been posing a threat, dawg

You a mess dawg, and I'm set, dawg

One of these days you will learn

That you can not fuck with my set, dawg

Go get you a check, dawg

I really do hope that you keeping your desk job, pussy

[Outro x2]

Aye, and tell them rappers bring they're writtens with them

Aye, and tell them haters we ain't getting with them

Aye, and tell them labels bring they're millions with them

Aye, and tell your bitches bring they're bitches with them

Shit...