sheesh everything i state is facts i m not these other street niggas bitch i can really rap i m ridin round town with a tommy gun and a jag and you can disregard the yelling rj tied up in the back man stop playing pour that eight up in a masi i m driving so fast my eyes look like i m crying of course my wrist shining don t ask me what these are bitch these are vvs diamonds it s hard to see the timing and if i take a look for myself it might blind me he the type of nigga put slashes in his eyebrows pigtail flat tops please tell me what s that bout one thing about drakeo no i don t tap out bay bay kids running around eleven years old with the mac out you think i m yo gotti the way i just brought this sack out say i pour too much that s the type of shit i laugh bout this a three band pint i guess i had to bring the act out and since everybody eatin let s see splack bring a bag out that s a fit and some strings put a wig in a lyft send a bitch to the retreat tell that bitch bring my ends put the draco down the engineer scared so what he ear hustlin do em so cold i will the fit been mustard disgusting suck me fuck me you bitches love me you frown you clown you match you must be crusty i m psycho michael myers i might just gut him i m in this shit to win ain t no fuckin bein humble it s a dog eat dog world but ain t no poodles in the jungle it s 2016 we ain t bout to royal rumble almost lost my balance and grabbed the k fore i stumbled what you say speak up bitch i can t hear you when you mumble he yellin too much on his track get him a muzzle thirty two what if rap don t work he ain t got no hustle watch worth twenty five where was you at twenty five pimps me diss me silly i know you miss me this a see through drum with death darts and it s fifty niggas grown ass men how you ain t ever seen fifty niggas talkin that tough shit always end with just kidding bye bye bleed em who brought you the stinc meaner spring cleaner cold demon done mudwalked all through neimans these rocks in my watch done blurred all my seein why you gas him so hard bro we all human beings i m from 2 greedy family what i look like rap beefin shootin k s on naomi police like that s black people puttin money on my watch what the fuck these niggas thinkin how i m supposed to get in heaven i just fist fought with jesus finna wash down my sins with a pint of mg peezy times three percocets how the fuck i m posed to think straight niggas wanna rap beef but niggas ain t ever seen cake talkin bout they want me i just left mcj the whole shebang i m the closest thing to it in the masi thing i traumatized the doors you can tell i m high it s coming out my pores give me pints on pints on pints on pints i m scorched the nike sign is outlined on my ports twelve years old when i jumped off the porch central lp sim what was you doin shit clearly i wasn t into books i was ridin round town with flat heads and crooks lay a drakeo on the rap game please these niggas shook fn five sevens for niggas thinkin they suge i don t need no pass i m drakeo i know i m good ugh  tell these niggas stop sneak dissin it s 2016 we ain t got time for all that you feel me in the studio you feel me high as a motherfucker i just bought a new ar you feel me we could do this all day my nigga shit you hear that that s what thirty thousand in hundreds sound like tah ugh it s regular