Turn my voice up a bit You know I had to do it, I just the beat off YouTube Shout out to the Lex drum kit
my revenge! Diplomatic immunity, 'em niggas even for screwing me Like just went through puberty, fuck 'em Shout my nigga Bada$$ for telling them who's the new Joe in Do the Yung Joc motorcycle dance it's down Since rappers to claim my lane like I was Lois now I put this punk shit in the double Sex Pistol a threat from a distance like a Korean missile Hard to be official, you all like Youtube remakes Remade the beat off Youtube fuck it, it's just a mixtape Go buy a squatty potty, boy you need to get your shit I put the face on my chain like I'm Kunta Kinte Trendsetter, been than these Cinderellas me Vino Valentino and the V's for Vendetta You hide behind a mask on Twitter and remain Fake like it's all Love And Hip-Hop till they push the Joe button and you get punched in your face as a consequence And jump back on Live capping with confidence Famous for your hands on women, you can't be proud of it Don't try to fuck wit me shorty, stay monogamous We from opposites, I'm from that South pole Where that pole is always popping You more like Papa Doc and I see the future I was at The Shelter Race wars Helter addicts like Griselda That's why my lyrics be than Idris Elba I feel like I'm the link just like The of Zelda I really get excited days My therapist is tired days My is wired these days Me and my dawgs know how to behave, we know how to be paid like the MBA Not the NBA and the NFL are the new Lynch show ya how to be slaves Racism exists, 'till plays Michael Vick is a Uncle Tom saying cut off his and make it fade You should fight the instead of fighting a dog Dawg-really, you out your frame Jump around with the white boys like House of Pain Thinkin' they love you, stripped you of everything nigga And now these rappers talkin' about gang, gang nigga You ain't no gang member, they get to protect you I'm playing FIFA on the and you made me finesse you And with the flow, I'm like David, I'm Beckham I can them at the London function Shittin' on tape, wiping my rectum, no in my section This is strictly Ace of Spaces, gold bottle Golden like I'm Scott, I spit the Gospel Mahalia At the table with my apostles, taking at your area Your firearms are too short to box God Pick a side or you get ate an octagon Or decide to stay like Rufus and Khan And we put 50k on your face like a how quick the minutes tick when you're runnin' out of time Tell drop a bomb, I'm the prodigal son, I gotta shine Solar eclipse, blind niggas like a dollar Then I Dip with the Roc like Cam'ron was signed
Woo!