Yep (Aww)Yep (Mmm-aww)Uh-huhYeah, ni**aYeah, it’s been a minute, but I’m back in it (Uh)Y’all ain’t dealing with the same boy (No)Got a little trippy, then I transitioned (Yeah)New attitude mixed with that pure raw (Aw)The night game, your girl calledShe like, “Do me, baby, down to get busy, busy?” (Yes)No dice, chill, whoadie (No)In life, feeling dizzyOh, having visions of the city and I go to warSee me in the day through the late night (Night)Tell ’em it’s the charm, I’m in freeze modeTo the gods, can’t stop a hero when he in flight (Flight)I’m swimming in the light rightGo and get you some, go and show ’em something, this a new thangYeah, I let my nuts hang (Yeah)Knock your top off with LeBron or Dwyane Wade (Yeah)Aww, lift offCan’t stunt a ni**a growth, better get gone, move along (Uh)You don’t wanna trip, wanna get it on (Uh)You don’t wanna act, don’t get me wrong (Nah)They don’t listen to the words in the song (Uh-huh)We ain’t gotta tell ’em, we just getting ready (Yeah)See ’em fronting, we ain’t kiddingIf you want it, you can get itMembers of the rage, come and get you someNext step’s out the jet from the lean backRunning ’round the world and we ain’t packedHit ’em, vroom, vroom, leave ’em stuck, oh, you seen that?I’m chillin’ where the team atSee a black Benz pull up with some jawns, yeah, I need thatSo crazy, can’t believe itNo cams, damn, no filming at all, real ni**a facts (Come on)Years ago, rehabAll good, helped me figure out another planIt got bad, so badNah, I ain’t f**king love that, manThen I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bagTrue story, take you through the dark and the light (Yeah)Godson, got through newBack up in the world, it’s the day in the life (Cud)Hit the blunt and get it (Dude)Raised bars (Uh), same song, we did it (Yeah)Hot sauce, pour it on all jams, explicitCarry on, smoke strong, got your mama down with it (Come on)And the game f**kin’ needed something dirty rawTell them this the law and we weeded (Uh)So if it’s God you believe in (Yeah)Bob your head and just nod in agreement (Yeah)They say time’s undefeatedI’ma be the first one who can beat it (Yeah)I had hoop dreams, now I shoot threes (What?)Got a lil’ green (Yeah), but I don’t do weed (Nope)Purp nor lean (Nah), that’s Tunechi (Yeah)That’s New Orleans (What?), f**k Drew Brees (Yeah)Snoop D-O-double (Uh), that’s two G’s (Yup)I probably spent on paper, ooh-weeSince Tuesday, probably killed a few trees (Yeah)
But the only ones I smoke are the loose leafNot high, but I’m your highness (What?)And secretly, you’re on my dick (Hah)But you haters are butthurt (Ow), bunch of sore hind-ends (Ow)I was just a poor white kid (Yeah)Now if rap was B-ball, I’d be Jordan-like, bi**h (What?)You wish you could score like this (Nah), yeahNot even at half court, I’d miss (Nah)I’m mouthwash, ’cause if I was on the floor, I’d swish (Fluoride, fluoride, swish)But I cannot lie (Nah)I got you in my top fiveWorst rappers of all time (Hah)I lost my spot, y’all got Alzheim’ (Uh)King of rap? Nah, their words, not mine (Yeah)King of swear words and not lying (Yeah)You should never compare yours (Nope)A toll-free number (Yeah), only way you’ll ever have a hot linef**k’s going on, man? (Yeah)Bunch of half-wits up in office (What?)Half of us walking around like a zombie apocalypseOther half are just pissed off and (Yeah)Don’t wanna wear a mask and they’re just scoffingAnd that’s how you end up catching the shit off ’emI just used the same basket as you shoppingNow I’m in a f**kin’ casket from you coughin’ (Damn)Always stay ahead of haters, let ’em hateBut never let a traitor penetrate your circleSeparate yourself from those who try to pull you downThe real ones never stray, it’s sort of like Medusa (Yeah)That’s how you stay ahead of snakes (Woo)Emcees pull out gats, I don’t give a f**k how strappedYou’re gonna out-rap me? I doubt thatPlease, bi**h, I’m a house ratThese raps are ’bout that cheese like mousetrapsEarthlings, I adapt to ’emCertain things, I don’t want to do, but have to inOrder to just act humanLike using a bathroom and vacuuming (Yeah)Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suitBubble wrap and a mask too andI don’t think that’s what they meant by trap music (Nah)Running through ink like I’m tattooing (Yeah)This is music to be murdered by, you loveTurn the volume up, I am fired up like a bluntBread is long like an Italian sub, I am drugsThat is probably why your opinion of me’s high as f**kAnd it’s nonstop fury (Yeah)‘Cause I ain’t holding ’em up like an armed robbery (Nah)And God’s my jury, so when I die, I’m not worried (Nah)Prayers to George Floyd and Ahmaud Arbery (Yeah)How the f**k is it that so many cops are dirty? (Huh?)Stop, man, please, officer, I’m sorryBut I can’t breathe when I got you on top of meYour goddamn knee’s on my carotid artery (f**k)The adventures of Moon Man & Slim (Ah)Yes, who want it with them?The trilogy continuesServing ni**as, yes, see what’s on the menu (Yeah)Watch ’em panic, hot damnit (Let’s get it, baby)Hope you f**kers understand itThe realer for you ni**asRap God (Uh)Rager