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These niggas bigger than me
These ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These niggas ain't Em, ain't 50 to me
You Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These niggas ain't Crips, they ain't to me
These niggas ain't Bloods, ain't dripping with me
Niggas talking shit 'bout the new generation, man
Fuck these niggas, I'll your fucking faces

You niggas ain't shit, not an album or a rock
Pussy putting rings on my old bitch
Dick down the ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas
Happy cause you went gold ass
These niggas ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker me
Fuck out my section you ain't sitting me
for very important people, it's clear that we not equal
Clear you faggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on motherfucker?
Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this
California throne and I'm the King on motherfucker
I don't wanna it, weak ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we feel it
Old ass niggas, voice crack when you talk ass niggas
Rolling blunts for the boss ass
I came in with 'Ye, and boss ass niggas
Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass niggas
Tampon lyricists, evacuate the
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear shit
May you Rest in Piss, you niggas, eh
Ocean go ahead and fuck these niggas
(Yeah, they fuck niggas) Ain't no 3 in your class
Take Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy

Niggas fucked your bitch, you bitch boy
And every time you on that ho, you suck my dick, you bitch boy
And when you buy ho a bag that bitch carry my bricks, you bitch boy

I was in the XXL, red chucks my neck
I was the G in the Unit, had round my set
Word to the Rhymes, had Bust round my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in they bust round my set
I'm from Compton where that Glock can't with that Tec
That's Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck
a spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit reset
Five in the chest, I'm the Don and the vet
say "What's up" when you see me, you a pussy nigga
Stranget, fake ass Kanye, fake ass
Fake ass jewelry, how I I'm at the pawn shop
Nigga better off jacking for his alarm clock
of time, how much more 'til the Game drop
So you can suck my dick and can count my name drops
I been the underdog, I'm in the dog house
Fuck all pussys, give me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre told me out
Stunna put me on a jet then we balled out
Landed in Miami, met bitches ate 'em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what all 'bout
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a

These niggas bigger than me
These niggas ain't Nas, ain't to me
These ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you Biggie to me
niggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These niggas Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
Niggas that shit 'bout the new generation
Ol' emoji ass rappers, all these smiley ass

Ay Frank Ocean go ahead and these fuck niggas
Yeah they niggas
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
"Ying, ying, ying" on a
Drop your single, I drop dreams on motherfucker
I should let my scream on this motherfucker
The soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherfucker
out
Blood money, we ride out
out
And think I won't send six niggas to your hide out
Rich