All you niggas wack as fuck, trash as fuck
Sayin' you pack gats and stuff
You actin' bruh, you ain’t really trappin' bruh
My hitmen ready for work if you actin' up
And Second off
Don’t let me find out you sneak dissing me, you history
I’ll put you out your misery, cause it’ll be a mystery
Leave you sleepin where fishes be
Commit crimes maliciously
You could never see me artist or logistically
Hottest nigga under the sun.
But all the hoes like «Damn King Pin, Where you from?»
Born in the 585, then to the 919, now it’s the 336
So I can kill this shit
Deja said «Tell em that they stunt money, is blunt money»
If you ain’t behind or beside you better run from me
Sheem told me «Get em» so I got em
And Britt was there with me when I started from the bottom
I’m a problem, I’m a problem
And you ain’t got the answers
Kanye: You ain’t got the answers man!
You ain’t got the answers (2x)
You ain’t got the answers Sway
E-e-e Eat ya body alive like incurable cancer
Got Brazilian baddies stayin on they fitness
Call her Cruella Deville, she killin all you bitches
Ok. Extirpate, Devastate, close to Detonation
When the tape drop put ya songs on cancellation
The King and the pen, that’s a deadly combination
I’m married to the game and this the Royal Invitation
Crank up the volume, the volume
Crank up the volume, up the vol
Cr-Cr- Crank up the volume
Yo, I tried to warn these niggas before. Like
I mean I told you, you could put your pens down or what ever
And stop writing your little wack ass raps…
But as matter of fact. You can pick your pen back up…
Take some notes.
You know, I guess… I mean…
I’m really gon just have to like eat you niggas alive. like
This is WAR. FINISH HIM