F.Y.F.R. (Fuck Your Favorite Rapper)

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Pac would be ashamed of you niggas

BIG would shed a tear for you niggas

Pun would wanna murder you all

Nah, this ain’t hip-hop dawg

Nah

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

I’m in hell’s kitchen with the Lord’s mitten

Runnin tail bishop, I’m the Mel Gibson

Brave hearted nigga, keepin rap livin

Young legend, Merry Christmas and the flow gifted

Uh, and I mean what I say

Not a game nor a gimmick when you mention my name

Niggas pill poppin and dancing too much in the game

Talkin bout yo fortune and fame, yall soundin the same

We need a change, what happened to that real in the booth?

Let’s take it back Queens Bridge back when Nas was the truth

I’m talkin Everyday Struggle to Big Poppa and Juice

And to consumers who still assuming this message for you

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Pac would be ashamed of you niggas

BIG would shed a tear for you niggas

Pun would wanna murder you all

Nah, this ain’t hip-hop dawg

Death around the corner, nobody’s gonna miss you

Boy I tried to tell em, they ain’t wanna listen

King of the south, who got a problem wit it?

I rebuild a building, make you come and visit

Let’s have a moment of silence

Compare me to a prison of violence

I’m a murderer, fuckin murderer

I never heard of ya

Kickin down the door, took my chances like a burglar

Word to my mama bout this drama, boy you oughta know

There’s a bigger difference 'tween real rap and metaphor

Don’t get it twisted, I body them niggas

You know I’m the realest, you cannot prevent it nigga

Still

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Pac would be ashamed of you niggas

BIG would shed a tear for you niggas

Pun would wanna murder you all

Nah, this ain’t hip-hop dawg

I got what they missin, nigga come and get it

How dare you think these niggas really competition

Call the mortuary, make a reservation

Bar for bar I ruin niggas’ reputations

Uh, yea my flow is the illest

And I never had no feelings, I should visit the dentist

Niggas talkin out of term until reality visit

Til somebody bring the comma, that’s for who made attendance

You niggas finished

Never can fuck with my coalition

You with me or you runnin, lil nigga that’s yo decision

Screamin fuck em (fuck em)

To you and yo opposition

And here’s what I think of they listin them names mentioning

PSA bitches

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Fuck yo favorite rapper

Pac would be ashamed of you niggas

BIG would shed a tear for you niggas

Pun would wanna murder you all

Nah, this ain’t hip-hop dawg