On Da Spot

I mentioned success, right?

I tell em, I used to give a shit

Now I don't give 10 less, niggas want shows

Applaud for em, as I impress and inject threats with twin techs

Your kin's next, my niggas hit the bar

And park you with the guards

Who got the bench necks, I been fresh

Yes, fuck G's, your bitch ass the way out I told her "suck seed"

The problem with the league is that niggas don't want to perish

They nervous, Cory get em discouraged

That sort of verse died in that Beem and Suburban

His sort of wording, you probably see him in a turban

Disrespectful, fondling your beam while she nursing

I'm lyrically perfect, fuck it I said it

Mirror me worth it, a good look made it clearly and certain

Hold me to the age of your favorite regardless

I'm favored by the starvers who make their targets the product

This lil' nigga got some nerve, you think you Jay?

Nigga save your thoughts, think yay

My niggas pop Xannies up in nannies

On you cross-dressing trannies

On the 4th, Wessons go off at your fannies

And I want every cranny, and I'mma be grit

For every Grammy, and I did it with shit, not even Mammy

You hear me?

Had to let that bitch breathe...

Fuck it, let's suffocate her cause I waited long enough

I'm on this nigga's heels, I'm just waiting on the cuff

Threw it to him smooth, but it blew it through him rough

Pull out some shit Suge-height, jerk like Puff

Toughs like bluffs, bring the uptight stuff

Fight what? I fuck fights up

Abrupt dice luck cause a nigga Niks scuffed

Corrupt heist bucks cause a nigga life cuffs

And that's how I write stuff, making niggas bite dust

Aiite, what...

I'm rapping like M, Jigga, Kool G

A pinch of Fugees, grouped in Nas and his kufi

My group the groupies are like wet bottoms to roofies

You can be the new G, seen first in that v-neck Coogi

When that tech loogie, hacht-pooie

No lock, just pop and drop like Huey

These haties' ladies see me coming on that kaka doodie

To me, you sushi, chewy and tooshie

I'm bad like Boosie

Rap to me is easy as apple-picking is to baboonsies

I baloon his goons and lay them lead with that strap

It'll leave you scrappy, Scoobie

Act the movie, ain't what he shat, but it kept him rolling

My swag is

So overpotent, I rap like I'm overloading

Convulsions doing exploding imploding foes

And reloading foes back

I keep shit going all lax why the fuck they fronting? I'm back

The fuck they wanting with that?

Just keep mine coming in stacks

And repeat your thumb in your ass cuz you fucked yourself

Iller than some are real and I'm trill enough for the South

'88 New Yorker nigga, old school grill in his mouth

No school blocking my route

Pro Tools truck and I'm out

Those rules drop and I'm out

Position her like a stool then we pool drop in her mouth

Militia we ain't playing

MC'ing we ain't banging

Quiet riot what you saying? Green

Ha ha ha ha ha yes on the set like a bet

Who the next guest best the shit I express

Too much to ingest like incest being confessed

Lingo I possess can infest the nest

You manifest, blessed, your chest compressed

Can be digested, following a drive by

Like let's get high, eyes get tested

Lives get hectic, guys' wives get pipe-necked

Besides refreshments, I can't imagine any more than poor misfortune

Forming porking if I'm forking he's an orphan

Dwarfed and morphed into a short and awkward vulture

On the? kind of raucous

Hit the stork like skip the door bitch it's important

Stripper store, pop a cork for Cory Culkin

Whore a story walking glory talking

For a Maury Povich audience

I'm annoying, I'm employing so I'm enjoying

Employing my shit's a dime on top of another nine

This rock could your mother climb

Shit popped another?

Gets dropped for some other? to get flipped for other tops

But bitch, a lot of niggas hella copped my swag

And trying to raise the race green and never clocked my drag