He used to roam the streets
There was people sufferin’ in pain and hunger
Some people, their tongues were hangin’ outta their mouth
He used to juggle apples
He u—He used to amuse us
He used to entertain us
In fact, all three of us been goin’ places (Freeway)
Lookin’ for things, searchin’ for things
Goin’ on adventures
Black shades
I never really gave a f#ck (Gave a f#ck), now I don’t give a f#ck at all (f#ck at all)
f#ck ’em all, dog, I ball when the bucks involved (Yeah)
When I was younger, I was duckin’ laws
Taiwan calls in the shoppin’ malls, peelin’ dust and all
Real sh#t, bad boy, no Will Smith (Nah)
I wear these big #ss jeans, I’m tryna steal sh#t
b#tch, n#gg#s die, I never ask why
You worried ’bout the cash, I was rootin’ for the bad guys
Reason bein’ f#ck with a lotta n#gg#s can’t
It ain’t the flow, it ain’t the whip, it ain’t the big estate (Nah)
It’s ’cause I’m a #ssh#l# and put it in these n#gg#s’ face (What?)
I’m doin’ sh#t they ain’t, every night a different state (Different state)
Blowin’ the type of show money n#gg#s wished they saved (Brain)
Now them boys wanna call him arrogant
You damn right, none of y’all compare to him, the king b#tch
I am crazy
I don’t give a f#ck
I don’t give a f#ck about you, I don’t give a f#ck about Steel
And I don’t give a f#ck about Raheem either
You remember that, m#th*rf#ck*r
‘Cause I’m the one y’all need to be worried about, partner
These n#gg#s makin’ all these threats (All these threats), where they at when you see me out? (Nowhere)
Shit, it’s just me and Rock, show what ya TV ’bout (b#tch)
But we don’t diss, that beefin’ is wack (Nah)
I f#ck with real n#gg#s (Yes), I leave it at that
Fact, on everything, these n#gg#s is actors
Show a gangsta on they song, but can’t live what they rappin’ (Nah)
Gimmicks is slackin’ (Yeah), meanwhile my digits is stackin’ (Yeah)
Spittin’ sick as asthma (Yeah), better ask if I’m killin’ these faggots (Ahh)
But what the f#ck though, the thrill is gone (Thrill is gone)
Every rapper or killer’ll claim he dealin’ stones (Yeah)
Either that or he droppin’ a f#ckin’ million songs
On my timeline and don’t nobody be feelin’, homes (Get the f#ck outta here, n#gg#)
Clone, you n#gg#s faker than silicone
How the f#ck you murk and you n#gg#s can’t even kill a song? (Damn)
Fake n#gg#s better answer quick
The K-I-N-G in here, reppin’ sh#t, talkin’ ’bout
You all a bunch of f#ckin’ #ssh#l#s
You don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be
You need people like me so you can point your f#ckin’ fingers and say, “That’s the bad guy”
So say good night to the bad guy
The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again
I—I—I ain’t really tryna gossip with ya (Nah)
If you ain’t a fan, you ain’t a partner, n#gg# (Uh)
If I ain’t never made a dollar with ya (Then)
Bottom line, you are not my n#gg# (Haha)
So keep my name up out your dick suckers (Dick suckers)
Your trash #ss on your last win
You ain’t never had sh#t, you ain’t even a has been
Shit’s gay, man, you never had ya big break (Big break)
So you bitterin’ on my dick, dickface
f#ck you, yo—young n#gg# got his sh#t straight (Yeah)
You a disgrace (Yeah), 58, droppin’ mixtapes (Yeah)
It’s my time now, n#gg#, we about to pass (‘Bout to pass)
You spittin’ them old #ss bars, them sh#ts is out the trash (Damn)
Hey, a lotta rappers can’t stand the youngin’ (Nah)
But you fall for anything when you stand for nothin’ (b#tch)
And that’s how I see ya
You wanna get mad at me for the way I see ya?
They down get mad at me, and a fight go with that, ya feel me?
If I was gon’ diss, I would’ve came right out said it, not even dissin’, I’m not scared of no man
I don’t see none of you n#gg#s ridin’, n#gg#
We ridin’, we ain’t hidin’, get your mind on your money, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
Straight business
Look out, b#tch
Grind smell, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
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