Listen all them suckers I don't recognize
Your favorite rappers tell expensive lies
I speak the truth to y'all in every rhyme
And y'all ignore that shit like every time
Truth be told you niggas make me nervous
'Cause you fall in love with rappers off of fan service
Based on headlines and who gon' make the shade room
And who been f*cking who or who don't f*ck with who
They played you
Makes me question where the rappers at
Niggas claim it's facts but underneath it all that's snapple cap
I'm tryna snap 'em back expose 'em to reality
But the minute I start speaking on them niggas
They get mad at me
I'll let y'all live a lie if you want to
A long time ago I stopped caring about how I was perceived
And I started looking at how I was received
I give the most high praises the most outrageous
Feel like I'm Dwayne Johnson get the most brow raises
When I walk into the room we took the road less taken
Give 'em something to scream for like my name was Wes Craven
I'm your favorite rapper's nightmare
Don't look away I'm right here
Niggas always talk about going to war
But I don't fight fair so tell me where that battle at
I'll tell you this I'm matter of fact
I'll pull the laser if you fog that vision up like cataracts
I'm cutting edge like surgery f*ck you thought about purging me
The shit I spit's concerning me the burn received is third degree
I mastered this you heard of me official for eternity
Got 30 days to pack your shit and leave this just a courtesy
Man you better get your ass up out my house boy
I'm not playing with you
You better pack up all that fake jewelry and
All the fake money nigga you gots to go
Don't make me bang this door down
Got me standing outside all day looking like I'm the goddamn police
Matter of fact
Hold on I got something
Hold on watch this