Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
...And I don't like y'all anyway
 [bad word] all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
For [bad word] who don't know me
...They wanna blow me cuz the [bad word] I floss wit sayin a lot for me

I came into rap humble, I don't give a [bad word] now
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats [bad word] down
The [bad word] in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they [bad word] crack
When I don't like a [bad word]  I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your [bad word] head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that [bad word] that sold coke, the [bad word] that sold dope
The [bad word] that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop [bad word] 
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
 [bad word] ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see

[Hook]
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder!  [bad word] around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)

Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty [bad word] but my moms think I'm handsome
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I hate to hear "He say, She say" [bad word] 
Unless he say she say she on my [bad word] 
It's no coincidence, niggas who [bad word] wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, " [bad word]  50 really spitted on em"
"You heard that [bad word] " "Yeah, 50 really [bad word] on em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son

[Hook]

These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, [bad word] wit a crash bar
And TV's in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin 
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this [bad word] now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we [bad word] sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me [bad word]  one
(One)

[Hook]

Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six