2 Chainz, yeah, Take 'em to church, I'm the tabernacle It's the return of the snatcher Walk in the spot, make my smack you "woo!" In a fight, I aim at your Adam's Apple Pull up in the candy car eating a bar And my girl eating a apple Yuh, I line their ass up, I aim at their All of stones on my neck "uh" They must have at Medusa Rasputia of course I drove some rims to court, I fucked twins before I had a before is the sin report This is the murder, pass the burner, Em Your money shorter than an Big when I'm backing in Ladi-dadi, got a of bodies, n---a Faking, nigga, human "woo" I'm on the Act again, this a accident King like I run the again You on the "treadmill" Never, Neverland shit with a Ferris wheel "g-----n" day off, baby, AR in the same car Most of my sons, aww, look at little JR F-12 same color Moss, ugh I'm talking in the pot I'm talking and you not I'm bricks and you not I'm talking straight up and N---a, 6 o'clock This is the equinox, this what the want Somebody at the door, I heard the knock, uh
I'm at your throat like chloraseptic, And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex with
s--t I wrote is on some next s--t, next s--t
I'm at your throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless,
Do me a favor, do me no favors b-----s got flavors They all wanna smoke but ain't no labor But they shopping at (?), they stinging tasers Act like they play for the Lakers They fly on the (?) alligators, say hi to my (?) my neighbor, we That chicken, lobster, You must be sniffing yayo If you don't take that nigga Swagger on 10 a day old It's a-okay though, whipping up like it's mayo track is a K.O., fuck nigga, K.O Go off head like I'm Ayo Out of world, talking NATO (?), don't be an 'Cause I got that shoot when I say so, like Lord Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no Real nigga, you ain't break no High school, n----s ate your Might it down a little, but I ain't no fool hate every day, B "yeah" (?) "yeah" Gotta 'em off these Dre Beats "yeah" Or I might go "yeah" These niggas too lazy Don't ever, ever, ever try to me
shawty now coming from B.K
But I'm tryna come up Jay Z but love from my heart
I feel entitled to
it, man, I want the title
My is
I'm at your throat like chloraseptic,
And you got strep, I'm too with, 'plex with This s--t I wrote is on some next s--t, s--t I'm at your throat, I'm feeling reckless, reckless,
Ben Ladin with a pen, it again I begin slaughtering men, prolly shoulda been Ali of the spin, embodiment of sin a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event In the lobby of the With an obvious And I will not relent up on a little Like Osama a rhyme under the bin
And down the middle of the And hit a kindergartener a rental, stop! and forth, back and forth
Like Kevorkian's a-s in court Rap mature, why can't you be like Huh? Why you always gotta smack a likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort
Something's give, that's for sure
Yet you keep coming back for Not as raw as I was, "Walk on Water" Bitch, suck my
Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit 'fore you it So you formed verdict While you sat with your crossed
Did your little reaction videos and talked over
Nah, dog, y'all I lost it, your fucking marbles are gone But nowadays, every flow, every cadence the same
Braings a powder cake, I draw inspiration out of Real pain in the paper, I don't But if I strange and out of place 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is space, yeah
From 7 Mile in To "how can I be down?" all of us pile in the car, yeah
We for the stars, yeah 'Cause we only got so much time in this world, So rewind it to high school dance To the night
If you think you're tomorrow, yeah Now I'm to fool again This tune is sick, luminous, the moon is lit A freaking lunatic, a computer chip And I'm soon to stick a broom in the
Of your chick If I was you I wouldn't do nothing due to the mood I'm in I'm losing it, you get like a Junior Mint Show me who to rip, time for you to get screwed Empty the and put super glue in it How fucking rappers did I go through? I spelled out and you won't admit I And you was smell bound, hell bound in my But am I s'posed to sound like everything else 'Cause I don't get compared to it, myself now And I can see the fair-weather fans and sales But the only way I care is if I let myself But the fuck have I awoke to? Time to eat the and shit out Pro Tools I know you still want me to ill out, don't Hoping the old Slim's gonna spill out Fire on your camp with this s--t I wrote you So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me with the I wrote you Then I a stand with a tan face And practically cut my fan base in half and outsold you You just called my shit Thank God, I rap better when the odds are wack, I don't like the "Zombie" track Or when he's talking that garbage like hotter your content at? What's with all the conscious rap? P! nk, Beyoncé and Kehlani that "yeah" I added to the fuel in my rocket pack 'Til I'm ready to respond, I'ma launch it at 'em Idiotic from the embryonic sac To the bodybag, be back And when I am, I'll be at your fucking like chloraseptic