Yeah, we in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room just the one little small window, nigga The be comin' through it in the morning Old ass walls and But just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah, I'm Yeah, I'm workin', Look, it's the return of the Mr. Burn Not infested, just perfectly blessed with A that you can't F with, protection recommended 'Cause the definition of a weapon that can end it You know, mass destruction when I the button I take your favorite major rapper, him independent Cryin' in the I ain't into sorta kinda, dissin' niggas I'm borderline to slaughter up niggas in order Of who you can really fuck with me most Then I tuck the close, if he don't duck then he ghost Ain't no for discussion If they weren't talking the bread motherfuckers be toast Clap at the deep rappers The OG rappers The would-you-take-a-break-please Bunch of words and ain't shit, I hate these rappers Especially the amateur eight rappers Lil' another short bus rapper Fake drug dealers tour bus trappers complex, you this tall rappers Get exposed next to 6'4" rappers The streets fuck with you, you Pitchfork rappers Chosen by the white man, you hipstor I the clip, then I hit more rappers with that Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers, I'm Never knew a that was better Revenue, I'm at gettin' cheddar on days I didn't eat If it's meant to be, it'll be If not, then fuck it, I'ma try no need to ask the Father why, no 'Cause one day everybody die One day everybody die, oh One day everybody die One day everybody die, my nigga, my nigga