I feel like I'm a dime, but I'm 5 '8. I feel more defiant when y 'all hate. You're the only
niggas running in the car race. Serving niggas with a butter like parquet. Rap niggas also
strong, Jay. I'm a little bit of Pac for the Kanye. You a little bit of Fox and Beyonce.
Right. Any beef gonna be get sautéed. Y 'all the fake ones running with the hard face.
Bet that pop to your tongue make your heart race. And I hope you take it all the wrong way.
Then you slumped it up near the bar place. This red light put your ass in a dark place.
You a drill nigga, get your motherfucking hands up. You a drill nigga,
get your motherfucking hands up. Get your motherfucking hands up.
Celebration, carbonation, no debating. Crown me king, I'm proud of waiting. People champ,
I gotta face it. You disgracing people, censored that you're faking. I'm the Lord,
I'm Michael Satan with the flow and take them out, annihilate them. Hell mistaken,
no sensation. Hood Pope pulling up the ruling nation. And I came a long way from the stash
house. And I switched spots like a domination. Little kid played by the crack house. And I got
my moms out with my ass made. Gotta understand when I black out. I don't give a fuck about a
wack hater. I don't give a fuck about a rap favor. Either bow to the Lord, say all your prayers.
You a drill nigga, get your motherfucking hands up. You a drill nigga, get your motherfucking
hands up. Get your motherfucking hands up. Get your motherfucking hands up.
