Nigga want a verse that's a hearse
That bitch wanna suck my dick that's a curse
My niggas really out here thats for certain
We gone leave yall hurt
Yall need some nurses
And it all falls down
Nigga I'm the cream of the crop
Fictional kings
They say that they the kings when they not
Tempurpedic
These niggas sleepin on us like cots
Not talking bout rocks
When they was slinging them shots
Been in the game like the x button
Cross em out
If that rapper trash he ain't sayin nothing
Toss em out
And I'm on my boss shit
I ain't rent the crib I bought the house
Bitches say I'm awesome
Steve Austin when I stun the crowd
We got shooters on roof
We got shooters in the house
We got shooters in hell
Some of our shooters are in jail
Yall rapping like yall don't know who yall wanna be
Yo lines wobbly that's a transverse
Got yo baby mama in a damn skirt
Went to the Louis Vuitton store and bought yo house nigga
Meanwhile you in denial can't even by a couch nigga
Niggas spazin they gone be in the casket when the canon hit you
Yall niggas need some anger management yall got mad issues
I ain't mad at you
My skin like plant tissue
But at the end the day this rap shit I am the guru
Nigga want a verse that's a hearse
That bitch wanna suck my dick that's a curse
My niggas really out here thats for certain
We gone leave yall hurt
Yall need some nurses