[Part I: Spree]
[Verse]
I'm your favorite rapper's god-rapper
The body-snatcher, pistol-packer
Straight from the Memphis zoo, guess that makes me a dirty bastard
Dumb niggas tried to move unseen, we see the patterns
We saw 'em, he ran fast, but the bullets were much faster (Aha)
We hear the chatter but way on the other side
Fuck you mean you won't go? Heard you niggas don't never ride
Smoke on the daily basis, I get heavenly supplied
Your G, I'm naturally thugging (Aha), this shit ain't come with a guide (Word)
Not suprised, them niggas be yappin', they can't stand me
Meanwhile I'm on to snap gettin' dome in my 'Yota Camry
My baby nasty, down for a nigga, keeps me groovy
Get pulled over, don't panic, she hide the tree by her coochie
My life's a movie, go through scenes without the camera (Aha)
Did my way through the dirt just to keep me from going backwards
We in the same book, but it's clear, we're in different chapters
I'm born commander, saw that in me crawlin' in Pampers
But rappers think 'cause I got a son that makes 'em safe (Nah)
Nah, I'm still the same nigga that kick in and go straight for the safe
So, what you say? Oh, we got a problem? Then we arrivin'
Bitch niggas steadily thrivin' while real ones constantly dyin' (Word)
Never will understand why the real ain't the one survivin'
Wack shit is been globalizing, can't feel 'em when they be rhymin'
It's all about perfect timin', be fucked without realizin'
Hard for niggas to honor the real one, this fuckery been provided
These niggas can't move this giant, they try but never succeed
Shit, I thought they were women the way we made them pussies bleed
They wanna mimic this greatness, but we movin' high speed
Niggas outta they league and ain't eligible to compete
Yeah, we tryna move up, we want the deluxe, nothin' lower
The times are much colder (Aha), so I keep a chip on my shoulder (Word)
Try my best to connect, but I can't see what fuckers seein'
Guess I'm a higher being, can't relate to the misleadin'
This ain't sucker-nigga night, only thoroughs in here this evenin' (Yeah)
Never could we be even, I show you, don't need a reason
So shh, be quiet, bruh, I'm huntin', it's rapper season (Word)
Ain't no touch by no angel when in the grips of a demon
I move like a prayin' mantis, no limits when on this canvas (Word)
We see niggas antics, fugazi, and we the authentic
I'm technical with the techniques but tactical with the tactics
My style, I heard, is unique but nasty, like bloody pennies, word
[Outro]
Yeah
[Part II: Filthy]
[Intro]
Livin'
Yeah, aha (Peace, peace, aha)
Yeah (Make niggas feel uncomfortable around this motherfucker), bruh (Yeah)
Yeah (Aha)
[Verse]
Still movin' silently and rollin' greenery when I be ridin', G
Grip my strap, 'cause I get paranoid when niggas eyein' me
Smoke the fattest blunts 'cause it suppressed my anxiety (Aha)
For hotheads, these hot shells come in varities
45s, .223s, and .308s
Knock off limbs, we close-casket niggas aim for the face
Why put on a mask, bruh? I'm already in black face
Move amongst the wolves, these sheep niggas be out of place
When unloadin' on these suckers, pierce through 'em, I don't graze (Huh?)
Fuck you mean? I am God body, homie, so give praise
Ain't no actions from these suckers, these maggots just talk brave
Fuck around, and the next time he nap will be in the grave
Memphis-made, and I roll with them dawgs, yeah, that's my squadron
Beg your pardon, bet that bullshit cease when you meet the carbon
Give 'em somethin' to think about when hollows aimed at his noggin
Get the point acrossed once the revolvers get to revolvin'
And the blood spills when caps peel, these busters squeel
Shots rain, them bitch niggas start doin' tornado drills
Smoke out of vacuum seals, fuck a Glock, tote a Springfield
A lot of artill', my closet looks like I'm a Navy SEAL (Yeah)
Rappers say they 'bout it, bullshit, these niggas wearin' heels
Yeah, I said it and stand on it, give a fuck how niggas feel
God status, fear no man, bruh, I could never kneel
We from the dirt, yellow-tape gangs, these busters know the deal (Aha)
Operation one-eighty-seven for those who pose a threat
Saw them dawgs was in his direction, he had to redirect
Thug by nature, fuck being naughty, no disrespect
The trench niggas be wearin' vests, but, dumb fucker, we aimin' for your head
Man down, somebody hurry, call the paramedics (Yeah)
But it's useless, you think bruh can survive, you can forget it
One shot to the cranium, his thoughts met the asphalt
Yeah, they beat Billy bad but run into 'em, that shit halts (Word)
[Outro]
Yeah, aha
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