Yeah.

What?

What?

All right.

Cut him undercover.

Timeless.

Ready for him.

Progress.

Feeling like I'm just getting started.

Two shots back for my dearly departed.

You are now dealing with a monster.

Oh, shit.

Profits.

Dr. A, bitch, I'm a prophet.

Black Wall Street, niggas know where the stock is.

Try me, niggas never see me but it ain't hard to find me Unwinding, shit's blinding, still grinding, uprising

Stop talking about the past, I'm the future, nigga.

Nigga like me still here, motherfucker, go figure.

Looking for my next gold digger.

This summer here gonna be colder than winter.

Already told you I fold you like hundreds of billions and you can go missing.

Put that on my children.

bet that nigga what regret that run it up and i'm about to sum it up

This shit here, that problem.

Living at the bottom of a bottle.

Full throttle.

My motto, eh, fucking with me like fucking with the lotto.

That awful, and your nostril, and the brothel.

This is gospel, yeah, I'ma need all that pronto.

Yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir.

I won't ride till I die.

Give a fuck if you bitches die.

Put a motherfucking hole in your face.

Back up, bitch, don't even try.

I am that motherfucker.

Been the coldest.

Why you on that?

No one know us.

Overdose the one dope is.

Yeah, hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did.

Like a satanic cult, it's an old ritual slaughtering goats, bitch.

You're fucking with the original flow, sick and anybody can get it.

COVID.

I don't roll shit that was so sharp I could slit my own fucking throat with it.

So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders and I'm about as approachable as a roach's.

So better steer clear, from in here comes a nuclear bomb For your eardrums, lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce We're on another tier, like your tear ducts, upper echelon Your career's suckin', do it with sheer luck Like a fuckin' leprechaun with his beard cut You're the Punisher, weapon-drawn with a beer gut You're slower than a Decepticon with his gear stuck

And I, what?

I serial kill and you're Kellogg's.

I love checks and I hate tricks.

And you're a fake bitch.

I can spot you like you about to weight lift.

Bitch, I'm better than cake mix.

But I can't be whipped with egg beaters.

Nah, you cunts must be out of your labias.

And God's my alias.

So if I don't have faith in me, then it basically makes me an atheist.

Naked ears, got the world by the tracheas And a chokehold and a sleeper And me and Dre are like dog hair We're both in our lab coats like retrievers But like adobe women, I'm a whole different breeder Animal mutt mix with a overachiever Oh, you're the king of rap, you're about to be overthrown Like a pass over the head of an open receiver This shit could end up coming to blows like a wiener But I ain't finished with putting these hoes through the wringer Like clothes in between the two rollers of weight No, what I mean is flows in a woven I treat them like thread, that's how I wind up sewing machine up

so fucks if you don't give them either time to ride or die cause you're either both or you need to throw a middle finger up if you're rolling but me I'm gonna ride till I die give a fuck if you bitches die put a motherfucking hole in your face back up bitch don't even try I am that motherfucker been the coldest why you on that no one know us overdose on what dope is

Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did.