Talk shit and I'll hit you nigga you roll with a team that
that don't won't beef like some muslim nigga's, fuck you
nigga i'm tha man of respect and i'm the main reason yo
chick got stretch marks on her neck who want to flex
nigga you a fruitcake spitting all dat sweet shit in tha boot
starting to give me a toothache get bushed off like some
toothpaste you gon be on at local talent shows while
i'll be on clue tapes make no mistakes you get clipped like
asscheeks everything i flow on catch fire like gas leeks
i'm nasty you aint got to ask me the only L i'll gon
catch in tha cycle is tha blunt that you pass me while your
stuck on a verse i'm stuck in a whip step on my kits dick stuck
all in yo bitch an your barging like who's in here i ain't fucked
yo bitch i just made her split her pupate hair i'm everywhere
bright and early end up on tha news you play at 7:30
you play 7:30 motha fuckers say i'm two complexed i'm about
to blow next year i'm gon be writing yo checks nigga i got tha
right mind set I'm tha nicest nigga to do it an ain't even in
in my prime yet

What NIGGA