Hating

Bitch I ain't gotta like ya shit fuck y’all When I kick your door show us the drugs dog You remind me of that other rapper I Make you taste your own blood when I knuckle slap ya They said I'm old and washed up But I'm still cold and knotted up They Acting like we die in numerical order I’m some where smoking quarters Across water Bora Bora My aura is a scorer peace to my supporters Street court and I'm my own lawyer Mic destroyer, you clowns better get life in order profound sound tight performer I respond to hate mail with AK shells I bеt a wager that your lady wouldn't take it well I put a lasеr on your face before I make it hail You clowns scared to break nail I hate you!! Parden the weight gain but I don't weight train And still hit like a freight train It's no coincidence when I got on that's when the hate came So I whip ass and take names You clowns whisper better than them ying yang twins Playing in a game you can't win Snake oil salesmen with your made up facade I'll slap juice outcha A whole Duece outcha You must do powder high Trying to try the slyest guy This side of MI the Inf eye of the storm Will light up your form knock your physical off track I see y’all squares are soft pack You better get on when I’m off that Original shit they're all hacks Back to work the Boss back I need a 10 piece all flats