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