Rattus

[Intro] I smell a rat baby! I smell a rat baby! You better watch out! [Chorus] Jealous of his enemies so he gon' foil the foil Peep who he pretend to be, that pussy was never loyal Just another victim tryna be the next nigga shining But when you fuck with killers, there ain’t never a silver lining Ran when it popped off, fam got knocked off Blood on the low tee, looking like hot sauce Point a couple fingers and you thinking you fine But that witness protection can’t protect you from God [Verse 1] Look, niggas be Yale grads tryna act like a menace But an essay the only time they would handle a sentence Digital blackface, thought he was posted with them demons Now he posting all the demons at the party where [censored] died Real G men never living a half life So why you in the courts tryna swindle and gaslight? Traded in your honor for celebrity I ain’t seen a trade that bad since three picks for KG But what could you expect from a weak link? The type who’d rather starve than to work and eat link The “I could never stand for any fight or belief” link The beg-on-they-knees link The “Hurry up and call the police!” link Dreaming 'bout the soldiers that be six feet under me Bless the ones who kept to code and deserve all the luxury Now I see why the Black heart turns cold Cause we only idolized when we lost our souls First you exert beef and now you exercise the 13th Stepin Fetchit, stepping for that Aryan jury The theory: They heard we are not worthy Get away with thirty if you color of Curry But you black as the serial number of a MAC-11 Pack for heaven, the chair is comfy and hella electric They know you connected And you know that you won’t be respected And your family's gon' be cleansed of the bitch in you That’s genetic, ugh [Segue: Obie Trice] Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say he lay it down for the— [Verse 2] Your boy fell for the ploy and now we hoping he rot What’s worse than being a bitch is being something you not Cosplaying the pain so you could shortcut to fame In a world where you could die for sayin' the wrong name See you can’t get rich without being a crook And if you plan on bein' crook, you gotta go by the book But niggas won’t buy the book, they in awe of the double tap And they won’t ever learn they lesson till they hit with the double tap [Chorus] Jealous of his enemies so he gon' foil the foil Peep who he pretend to be, that pussy was never loyal Just another victim tryna be the next nigga shining But when you fuck with killers, there ain’t never a silver lining Ran when it popped off, fam got knocked off Blood on the low tee, looking like hot sauce Point a couple fingers and you thinking you fine But that witness protection can’t protect you from God