Текст песни
I must've told y'all a thousand times already
I'm not gonna stoop down to your level
No pun intended
This comes so natural man
It's G.A.M.O
Addis Abba
The Mahdi with the Hadith in the tuck
Block surivor pumping drugs out the Ramada
Ya shit was never popping
We never fucked with ya product
Writing poetry bout your opps
That's why you stuck at the bottom
Corn ball bitches
Yall niggas bunch of tall midgets
While you talk I'm taking phone calls
From foreign politicians
You only smarter than the dumbest on your block
Gauge to your belly button
Put your stomach on the clock
Letting shots go
Then switch to god mode
Spazz like Leonardo
With moxy of Marlon Brando
Renaissance art charger sharp Narc dodger
Khadafi with the garments barking like I'm Rob Parker
Marley Marl 'em if you got them bodyguards dead em
Pop an opp knock em off the chart like the top sellers
Joseph Stalin George Carlin politics
Post about em post-mortem trolling all his followers
Fuck a pop star popcorn culture abolisher
These 40 cal shells a pop a whole shoulder up out of ya
Your eulogy was trash
Even your momma wasn't proud of ya
Dick ridin' motherfuckers
Can't build shit on your own and shit
You never had an original thought in your life man
I'm so far away removed that shit man
Yeah, come on man
Fuck outta here
The time is now
We was clickin' at the mouse
The plug told me that he gon' be shippin' out of Laos
Bullets rippin' through the house
Bloodstains everywhere shit was on the couch
I would never stay on the ropes
It's a raid and I let the mops spray on the ropes
It's a thing, cantiere
Y'all are playin' with boats 20 bullets for a drill
I ain't playin' with jokes