It's real, it's real (Coughing and mumbling) Yeah, uh You see me & you see terror (oh yeah) I got stripes like a flag bearer Peggy, Peggy, I'm the new young Mayweather I'm just trying to take hip-hop out the Drake era Fuck a mob Fuck a squad Fuck your mans and them You singing ass niggas don't know how to be men I hit your baby mama Gave that bitch a new tan I talk that greasy shit And hit them with a new dance Oh my god (oh) Peggy, Peggy You're so good Fuck whoever said you up you up to no good Cause I'm the man in the street The man with the beats And the man holding heat I drop bombs like I drop science (whoo) Drop a body off like a dropped client Drop 6 Drop Top Drop FaceTime I give a fuck about peace I spit hate crimes Who the fuck you know could kill 'em with these cold lines? Young Peglord on the mic Bitch, it's go time I piss white boys off in my spare time Tugging at your heart I'm the black Ben Carson So try me if you really wanna No seriously (yeah) Try me if you really wanna Who the fuck told you Peggy wasn't getting paid? I square up with a square nigga and catch a fade Swisher sweet (swisher sweet) Ain't nobody can fuck with me Kill the beat (kill the beat) Backpackers they loving me Oh my god (god) OH GOD (oh god) Huh, huh Swisher sweet (swisher sweet) Ain't nobody can fuck with me Kill the beat (kill the beat) Backpackers they loving me Oh my god (god) OH GOD (oh god) Uh, fuck you coon ass niggas that don't like rap But you rap How fucking dumb is that? Bitch ass niggas be too committed to the act I know you wanna jock Imma take you off the atlas With your Indie ass And you Metacritic rappers don't get no pass You got these white girls singing These white girls singing But niggas never feel you so you play it like you different I'm a fucking grave digger I don't see these boys You step in my sandbox You gon' see these toys You suburban ass niggas need to stay in your place No snaps, no tweets This is straight to your face Fuck 'em I bring death to any nigga that try to rattle me You casualties actually factually you ain't as bad as me Niggas say they charged up Imma drain your fucking battery Split your ass in two and you still will never be half of me, Buster! Fuck your mob Fuck your squad Fuck your mans and them You indie niggas just wanna be black men I've been real all my life You're like MC Ride Two crackers call your album "nigga" and you let that slide, pussy Get the fuck out of my genre, my genre Get the fuck out of my genre, my genre Rich kids trying to go urban no shaman But this a new era I took hip-hop hostage, fucker Life is like a box of chocolate Life is like a box of chocolate girls (Mumbling) Life is like a box of chocolate girls I don't want you in my world But these people Fucking other niggas bitches Let the bass hit 'em Fuck it, imma split 'em Kill a nigga for the ribbons Yeah, uh I don't get mad I get rich I don't get sad I get tips I'm not a waitress I'm not a waiter I don't Confer I just Counter, counter, counter Counter attack Bitch I know you, know you, know you Know you wanna react But you can't, but you can't, but you can't You can't You gon' dance, you gon' dance, you gon' dance You dance I hear your Hotline Blinging Got a whole generation of pussy niggas singing Niggas don't even know what they want no more No