[Intro]
Im a political refugee
Thats how the f-ck I felt

[Birdman - [bad word] 
Birds for the summer
Hummers for [bad word] Candy on the paint
9 for the thunder
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real [bad word] from the start
Head huntin’, price on a [bad word] tab
Hit ‘em up, for playing with a f-cking male

[Mystikal]
Say I’m better than Beethoven
To the beat that I rap over
Stay outta that medicine cabinet
Yeah, thats what they told me
Giving us test, cause we stay rollin’
And know a [bad word] act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
They penalize us, tryna slow us down
They constantly f-cking us up
Thats why we’re buck wild
Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo
When you know you wanna f-ck my woman and eat my barbeque
How the f-ck you gon’ watch my house
But don’t wanna live on my street
The ape man told Tarzan “how the f-ck you better than me?”
Rap [bad word] that rock, and got a jump shot
Who we got ? wife, up in that white house
I took a look and didn’t sell out
I was in the ? and didn’t bail out
Hoping the, didn’t fail out
Back to the top from the jail house
Lace ‘em up, tie ya shoe
Catch a cut, know what pressure do

[Birdman - [bad word] 

[Mystikal]
Who out c’here f-cking with me, huh? tell me that
I’m bout to drop that ?, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or give me my mantle back
I bury you [bad word]  shoulda left where I was at
You dun made that f-cking bed
You dun built this f-cking house
? Yeah [bad word] what the [bad word] Talking baby business, yeah
Don’t be f-cking with me
Cause you wont get off easy
I feel just like Drew Brees
When they kick off football season
How I cut the ref, you can’t stop from bleeding
Rappers betta leave me ‘lone
if they gon’ keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I’mma gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I’mma keep on squeezing
You gon be the one bussing or be the one fleeing
You better keep on [bad word] Aint nobody betta ? this evening

[Birdman - [bad word] 

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, aint it crazy how [bad word] be
Thats why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun with the [bad word] Thats percussion
I just popped a couple pain pills, self [bad word] I made something out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I pistol whip you pussies, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthaf-cking red flag like [bad word] Yeah, look, I told her baby I’m a thrasher
We kissed, I lit her [bad word] up than I ashed her
No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queen
Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car
My Mary in a jar
I’m food, I let the haters add a little salt
Thats cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the [bad word] I’ve f-cked, and all my niggas that died
Tunechi

[Birdman - [bad word]