n#gg#, yuk up in this mother f#cker
Regime life, n#gg#
Let’s get it baby
Look, look
Zilla, i spit hot fire like dylon
You can mobb deep and i’m still beefin’ like cygon
With the icon, cooler than ll with the mic on my right arm
I spit explosion like a pipe bomb, (explosions)
You haters better let bygones be bygones
I choke you n#gg#s to death like a python, don’t f#ck with me
Just run it up with me or catch this buck fifty
Cheek to cheek, i tell my shooters when to go like keep the speak
Sheesh, choppers sprayin’ like an airbrush
You seemed to get real f#cked up like yeezy haircut
Don’t come near us, n#gg#, only compare yuk to the goat’s
Pac, biggie, nas and hov, drake, kendrick and cole
Andre three triple o’s, not the head of my class but still i’m on a roll
One of the last rappers left that still ain’t sold his soul ‘cross the globe
I keep on movin’ like soul to soul, yo, (yo, yo, yo)
What you see is the holy ghost and the holy grail
Roll an l, screaming f#ck cancel culture and go chappelle
What you see is the holy ghost and the holy grail
Roll an l, f#ck cancel culture, go chappelle, (zilla)
Yeah
Most of you hope i fail but you know i’m ill, (yeah)
And you can’t lay a finger on me like a broken nail
Came in this b#tch solely unnoticed, y’all mother f#ckers know me well
I pull up ready with the scope and unload it, focused on only kills
Yeah, b#tch you get folded like an envelope, gettin’ rolled up and sealed
Posted and thrown in the mail
Y’all rather be so unveiled in this world like it’s show and tell
But i noticed you fakes are like fairies, (why’s that)
’cause y’all be growing tales
Yeah, i’m gonna be floatin’ over you hoes like a ufo
I’m just so unreal, posted up like it’s cloverfield
Y’all don’t know who you poking, awoken me from my holy grail
Since y’all won’t leave me alone, i say screw ’em all, you know the drill
Yeah, just for the record, i hit these notes but i’m no adele
b#tch, i’m not someone old and stale
If i ever get thrown in jail, i would still release most of my lp’s
And i bet in prison my sh#t would still blow up in sales
’cause i promise to god i won’t stop in this dominance
Watch when i’m dropping in, got me on top of my game like monopoly
Y’all pretend like i’m soft but i’m not, i’m possibly hard with the pen and confident
You cross me, i’ll slaughter you b#tch and drop you in a coffin again, (yeah)
And it never made sense to change if my pockets thins
No one’s giving me five minutes tops to hear what i’m offering
Which is probably why it’s so obvious
Every knock of opportunity at the door, i always be walkin’ in
35% of this album is better than what’s poppin’ in the game today
This autotune rap belongs in the garbage bin
These ten year old retarded kids look at rap and they start to spit
But it’s not for the art of it, just the money they targeting
Man, it’s awful as
Nah, f#ck it, i’m off of this
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