What?
Yeah, okay, yeah
Never been a hater
But if my bro don't like ya, I hate ya
Okay
Run it up like a racer
Marathon, not a race
If this shit was a race, I'm first place
Yeah, okay
But this glock will erase ya
Send out outta place, yeah
F*ck a vest, we gon' aim for your face
Yeah, okay
Ain't no way he okay, yeah
By the way, they be spraying
Everybody gon' see how it taste
Yeah, okay
He ain't ballin, so he act a bad sport
All my niggas eatin, bitch, I'm throwin' shit off the backboard
Okay
You ain't pass my last whore
Mr. International
All these foreign hoes, no passport
Let's go
What they biting swag for
Hometown hero, nigga couldn't even leave for my last tour
Let's go
Prollly should leave my pad more
I been in the house, playin' with money like shit was a rag doll
Gang strapped like Task Force
Tom Hanks, have niggas run up on yo ass for us
When I was a kid, I wished I had more
But my mom did all she could, did all I asked for
Now we really getting racks hoe
Spend it all on some black clothes
Tom and Jerry, all these f*ckin' rappers just pussycats and f*ckin' rats, ho
I don't even gotta rap, ho
I get on the song, talk facts, ho
What these niggas got to cap for
Most these niggas more cap than hat stores
Okay
Yeah, okay, yeah
Never been a hater
But if my bro don't like ya, I hate ya
Okay
Run it up like a racer
Marathon, not a race
If this shit was a race, I'm first place
Yeah, okay
But this glock will erase ya
Send out outta place, yeah
F*ck a vest, we gon' aim for your face
Yeah, okay
Ain't no way he okay, yeah
By the way, they be spraying
Everybody gon' see how it taste
Yeah, okay