[Intro]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, he's back
Said the economy's banged up, we 'bout to go in a recession
That's what hip-hop look like right now, recession, ha-ha
Everybody talkin' 'bout they the best rapper
Y'all ain't gotta ask that no more
Don't worry 'bout it, it ain't me
I ain't gon' take y'all spot, not yet, ha-ha
[Verse]
Pit don't beef with rappers or throw his money in the air
I just fight companies, take bankrupt like, "Yeah"
I don't think y'all understand what I'm gon' do this year
So y'all better listen here like, "Yeah", huh
Everybody that raps [?], sold crack
Had spots, has traps, got gas, they this, they that
They thugs, they bust, they slugs
They spit thеy clips, they pimp they bitch
They flip thеy bricks, they hit they licks
But most of these rappers are constipated
Yeah, you guessed it, they full of shit (Whoo)
I'm back and y'all boys don't do this (Nope)
I been raised by chicos and [?] (Yah)
This is so far from a movie
To tell you the truth, you messing with goonies (Whoo)
Single [?] dinero by lunes (Nope)
And meet them boys with the [?] (Nope)
[?] moved to Miami, [?] and dropped them off in the boonies (Whoo)
I know it may sound harsh
But walk into the streets where them thangs'll bang, boom, boom, spark
All my life I've had a front-row seat
If I ain't do it, I saw it
I hardly speak 'cause these snitches are real like the movie Departed
You move bricks? Retarded (Whoo)
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