Rap n#gg#s, I’m your worst fear
Jumpman numbers in my first year
And I still ain’t left first gear
p#ss# n#gg#, I’m your worst fear
Cuban laying on my shirt
I been putting in the work
Now it’s double for a verse
That boy Thugga, he the worst
Certified trap n#gg# breaking in the booth
p#ss# #ss rap n#gg#s shaking in their boots
Raking in this loot, I just got another plaque
Telling hoes Bye Felisha if they try to dub the mack
I got doe out the keister, b#tch I’m out here touching racks
Keep a blick in my slacks, bricks in my back pack
Getting chips with the migos like rap snacks
And n#gg# when it comes to selling crack
I can probably sell a manual
Rest In Peace Kevin Samuеls
I keep his legacy alive breaking down dimеs
I’m nice, swear them granola bars ain’t this kind
And I’ll be Hoppin’ Bob if a n#gg# cross the line – tell them
Rap n#gg#s, I’m your worst fear
Jumpman numbers in my first year
And I still ain’t left first gear
p#ss# n#gg#, I’m your worst fear
Cuban laying on my shirt
I been putting in the work
Now it’s double for a verse
That boy Thugga, he the worst
Take it to the bank, I’m convinced
My sh#t don’t stank, that sh#t don’t make no sense
Got your hoe waiting, Ima put her on this list
Buss your old lady then I put her on the bench
Like the Wayans’ Brothers intro
Cut from kente cloth but still standing on ten toes
You know how this sh#t goes
The stares never stopped once my pen rose
Marshall Mathers photo op, I just imposed
And now these famous women trying to get chose
Model gave me something I can feel, she was in Vogue
Boy I’m like the Staples Center how I switch flows
My bad, I meant the Crypto – let’s go
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