Young Money yeah... uh
Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower
But it's  [bad word] the world", get a child out her
Yeah, my life a [bad word]  but you know nothing 'bout her
Been to [bad word] and back, I can show you vouchers
I'm rolling sweets, I'm smoking sour
Married to the game but she broke her vowels
That's why my bars are full of broken bottles
And my night stands are full of open bibles
I think about more than I forget
But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat
And these niqqas know I lay them down, make their bed [bad word] try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break your leg
Money outweighing problems on the triple beam
I'm sticking to the script, you niqqas skipping scenes
Be good or be good at it [bad word] right I've got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
Yeah, put a [bad word] in their mouth, so I guess it's  [bad word] what they say"
I'm high as a [bad word]  up, up and away
Man, [bad word] down in a couple of days
OK, you want me up in the cage, then [bad word] out in beast mode
I got this world stuck in the [bad word] is the G-code
It's Weezy [bad word]  blood gang and I'm in bleed mode
All about my dough, but I don't even check the peephole
So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down
No love lost, no love found

It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now
You kicked me when I was down [bad word] what you say, just (don't hurt me, it don't hurt me, no more) [bad word] you get (no love)
You show me nothing but hate
You ran me into the ground
But [bad word] around goes around
And you don't (don't hurt me)
You (don't hurt me no more)
You get (no love, no love, no love, no love) [bad word] you get (no love, no love, no love)
And I don't need you
Get em

I'm alive again
More alive than I have been in my whole entire life
I can see these people's ears perk up as I begin
To spaz with the pen, I'm a little bit sicker than most [bad word] s finna get thick again
They say [bad word] is stiff
But I get a hard [bad word] from this [bad word]  now stick it in
I ain't never giving in again
Cuss into the [bad word] freedom
Look at these rappers, how I treat them
So why the [bad word] would I join them when I beat them
They call me a freak cause
I like to spit on these pussies fore I eat them
Man get these whack [bad word] off stage
Where the [bad word] is Kanye when you need him?
Snatch the mic from him, [bad word] I'mma let you finish in a minute
Yeah the rap is tight
But I'm [bad word] with the greatest verse of all time
So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and um
Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit
And start over from scratch and write new ones
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference
When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
It's an [bad word] to feel the bass thump
In the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd
You can see the sparks from hot metal
Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game
I so started to rock fellow
When I'm not even in my harshest
You can still get roasted because Marsh is not mellow
Til I'm toppling from the top I'm not going to stop
I'm standing on my Monopoly board
That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop
Til my hip don't hop anymore
When you so good that you can't say it
Because it ain't even cool for you to sound [bad word] anymore
People just get sick cause you spit
These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore
And you can never break my stride
You never slow the momentum at any moment I'm about to blow
You'll never take my pride
Killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent
Is getting no mercy, mark my words
Ain't letting up, relentless
I smell blood, I don't give a [bad word]  keep giving the