(Tre-Trend setter)
To all the snitches, fuck you, nigga, hate you, nigga
Hope when you go up state, they rape you, nigga
Fuck the federal prosecutors that cape you niggas
Fuck the legal system that degrade my nigga
My black ass, keep it working class, my nigga
Most these rappers laying on a rapid, nigga
You know my black ass, the outcast, the foulcast
Tear your soft dick 'til you get wipelash
Got a special message for you industry ass
Get all 50 dick, get a bounce of cash
In my interviews, don't ask me about no man
I'm a goddamn rapper, not a fucking fan
I ride beast, motherfucker, I don't ride dick
And fuck every rapper I don't share publishing with
Now grab your credits, motherfucker, do a quick review
If my name ain't in 'em, yeah, nigga, fuck you
I can make your bad day your worst day
And I can wet you up if you thirsty
Stay trappin' on a Tuesday to Thursday
You should've known not to try me in the first place
I can make your bad day your worst day
And I can wet you up if you thirsty
Stay trappin' on a Tuesday to Thursday
You should've known not to try me in the first place
Aye, fuck the mixtape verses, they don't excite me
I'm 6'3", three hundred strong, nigga, fight me
Nigga, I'ma bring a gun if you try to knife me
And if I can't beat you, I'ma slap your wifey
Adidas ain't do me right, it's back to Nike
Street rap keep my neck extra icy
I don't give a fuck if politicians don't like me
Tell Bill O'Reilly, fuck you, Wiley
I ain't your other rappers with your ahhs and oohs
I ain't got no endorsement, what I got to lose?
I got no Pepsi ads, no ads by reaper
I'm endorsed by niggas that selling that reefer
I'm loved by the kids in they collage class
And the nine-to-five niggas that be working they ass
Ask the street sorta A, I'm about to pop
The smartest and hardest rapper since the late 2Pac
I can make your bad day your worst day
And I can wet you up if you thirsty
Stay trappin' on a Tuesday to Thursday
You should've known not to try me in the first place
I can make your bad day your worst day
And I can wet you up if you thirsty
Stay trappin' on a Tuesday to Thursday
You should've known not to try me in the first place (here you go)
Crip, true blue to it, blood, piru to it
Gangsta music, is to drug abusin'
Don't confuse it with C. Delores Tucker
Fuck her, and Bill O'Reilly
And Reverend what's-his-name, fuck his name
Kobe, the best player ever, with no game
Fell for the trick of that white bitch, so lame
How lame? Lame as the new host of Soul Train
Sheeit, lame as the old host of Soul Train
I do gangsta music, fuck Soul Train
All blacks got is BET
Pardon me, that shit's owned by MTV
Blacks ain't got shit, it's still 1-9-6-6
'Cause you can buy a car ain't shit
Jordan can't buy a team, and that nigga got six rings
Cot'picker, see what I mean?
Q-Tip's singin', Dre 3000 actin'
Goddamn, niggas too good, for this rappin'
I'm just askin', what the fuck happened?
I'm just askin', nigga, what the fuck happened?
We went from too black to too skrong
To Sisqo and the goddamn Thong Song
We went from Farrakhan to Don Juan
Don Juan keep it pimpin', man
But I'm just sayin' Farrakhan got business, man
Plus, he speak positive on that knowledge shit
No matter how much my auntie holla
I'd never give a dollar to the good doctor, Reverend Creflo Dollar
Fuck that, befo' I do that
I'd join Mason Betha's church and quit rap
I'd hang out with Murder INC. and sing 50 Cent raps
50 Cent raps
I'd rather let Eminem call me 50 niggas
Than break bread with a rich nigga readin' scripture
By the way, if you're Arian Nation
Fuck Hitler, fuck Hitler!
That's to let ya know I didn't forget ya
Let me make ya bad day a worst day
Me and Hitler got the same damn birthday
That cracker dead, that's my goddamn birthday
Go shorty, go shorty
Fuck a protest, I got a Glock 40
Unlike these bougie niggas, I ain't braggin'
Fuck killin' blacks, I'm down for toe taggin' Grand Dragon
Grand Dragon
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