2 Chainz, yeah, Take 'em to church, I'm the tabernacle It's the return of the snatcher Walk in the spot, my woman smack you "woo!" In a food fight, I aim at your Adam's up in the candy car eating a candy bar And my girl eating a apple Yuh, I their ass up, I aim at their Cruiser All of stones on my neck "uh" must have looked at Medusa Pockets of course I drove some rims to court, I fucked some before I had a Benz is the sin report This is the murder murder, the burner, Em Your money shorter an acronym Big when I'm backing in Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies, Faking, nigga, trafficking "woo" I'm on the Act again, ain't a accident King like I run the again You on the "treadmill" Never, Neverland shit came with a Ferris "g-----n" day off, baby, AR in the same car Most of y'all my sons, aww, at little JR F-12 same Kate Moss, ugh I'm wrist in the pot I'm this and you not I'm talking and you not I'm talking up and down N---a, 6 o'clock This is the equinox, this what the people at the door, I heard the speaker knock, uh
I'm at your like chloraseptic, 'septic And you got strep, I'm too complex with, with
This s--t I wrote is on next s--t, next s--t
I'm at your throat, I'm reckless, reckless, yeah
Do me a favor, do me no favors These got flavors all wanna smoke but ain't doing no labor But shopping at (?), they stinging like tasers Act like they play for the Lakers fly on the latest (?) alligators, say hi to my (?) my neighbor, we That chicken, lobster, You must be that yayo If you don't take home nigga on 10 since a day old It's a-okay though, whipping up whip like mayo Every track is a K.O., nigga, K.O Go off head like I'm Ayo Out of this world, talking (?), be an a-hole 'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so, like be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues Real nigga, you ain't no rules High school, n----s ate your Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no N----s every day, B "yeah" (?) "yeah" Gotta 'em off these Dre Beats "yeah" Or I might go "yeah" These too g-----n lazy Don't ever, ever, ever try to me
Lil' shawty now coming B.K
But I'm tryna come up Jay Z Nothing but from my heart
I feel entitled to
Fuck it, man, I want the
My is
I'm at throat like chloraseptic, 'septic
And you got strep, I'm too complex with, 'plex This I wrote is on some next s--t, next s--t I'm at your throat, I'm reckless, reckless, yeah
Ben Ladin a pen, body it again I slaughtering your men, prolly shoulda been Ali of the spin, golly of sin Like a Saudi in the Taliban an event In the lobby of the With an intent And I will not even relent up on a Like Osama with a rhyme the bin
And down the of the Pentagon And hit a kindergartener a rental, stop! Back and forth, and forth
Like Jack a-s in court Rap mature, why you be like Macklemore? Huh? Why you gotta smack a w---e? It's likely the psychiatric a last resort
Something's gotta give, for sure
Yet you keep back for more Not as raw as I was, "Walk on Water" Bitch, my dick
Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit you heard it So you your verdict While you sat with your arms
Did little reaction videos and talked over songs
Nah, dog, y'all saying I lost it, your marbles are gone But nowadays, every flow, every cadence sounds the
Braings a powder cake, I draw out of hate Real pain in the paper, I trace But if I look and out of place 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is space, yeah
From 7 in Novara To "how can I be down?" all of us tryna pile in the car,
We for the stars, yeah 'Cause we only got so much time in world, yeah So rewind it to high school dance To the before
If you think you're promised tomorrow, Now I'm to fool again This is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit A freaking lunatic, a human computer And I'm soon to stick a in the uterus
Of your chick If I was you I wouldn't do stupid due to the mood I'm in I'm losing it, you get chewed like a Junior me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed Empty the lubricant and put glue in it How many fucking rappers did I go I out and you won't admit I smoked And you was smell bound, hell bound in my But am I s'posed to sound like everything out? 'Cause I get compared to it, only myself now And I can see the fair-weather and sales down But the only way I care is if I let down But what the fuck have I to? Time to eat the vocals and out Pro Tools I know you want me to ill out, don't you? the old Slim's gonna spill out open Fire on your whole camp this s--t I wrote you So chill out, no you hoes couldn't roast me the shit I wrote you Then I took a stand with a tan And cut my motherfucking fan base in half and outsold you You just called my trash Thank God, I rap better when the are stacked Revival's wack, I like the "Zombie" track Or when he's talking that like hotter crap your content at? What's with all the conscious rap? P! nk, Beyoncé and Kehlani that "yeah" I just added to the fuel in my rocket 'Til I'm ready to respond, then launch it at 'em Idiotic from the embryonic sac To the bodybag, I'll be And when I am, I'll be at your fucking throat chloraseptic