Bigger Than Me

These niggas ain't bigger than me These niggas ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me These niggas ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me These niggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me These niggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me Niggas talking that shit 'bout the new generation, man Fuck these niggas, I'll slash your fucking faces You niggas ain't sold shit, not an album or a rock Pussy nigga putting rings on my old bitch Dick down the throat ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas Happy cause you went gold ass niggas These niggas ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than me Fuck out my section, you ain't sitting with me This for very important people, it's clear that we not equal Clear you niggas faggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers Like ying, ying, ying on a motherfucker Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherfucker? Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherfucker California throne and I'm the King on this motherfucker I don't wanna hear it – weak ass lyrics Crying on the hook, thinking we gon' feel it Old lost ass niggas, voice crack when you talk ass niggas Rolling blunts for the boss ass niggas I came in with 'Ye, Jeezy and boss ass niggas Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass niggas Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises Mute BET cyphers cause I don't wanna hear that shit May you rest in piss, you fuck niggas Ayy Frank Ocean, go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas (Yeah, they fuck niggas) Ain't no 3 Stacks in your class Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy Niggas already fucked your bitch, you bitch boy And every time you kiss on that ho you suck my dick, you bitch boy And when you buy that ho a bag that bitch carry my bricks, you bitch boy I was in the XXL, Red Chucks 'round my neck I was the G in the Unit, had Buck round my set Word to the Rhymes, had Busta Bus round my set Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set I'm from Compton where that Glock can't fuck with that Tec That's on Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck This is Spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit reset Five in the chest, I'm Makaveli the Don in the vest Don't say "What's up" when you see me, you a pussy nigga Strangé, fake ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy Fake ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the pawn shop Nigga better off jacking Flav for his alarm clock Speaking of time, how much more 'til the Game drop So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my name drops I been the underdog, I'm cool in my dog house Fuck all these pussys, give me any name to call out Left Aftermath, Dre told me ball out Stunna put me on a private jet then we balled out Landed in Miami, met some bitches ate 'em all out Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's saw about Ying, ying, ying on a motherfucker Ying, ying, ying on a motherfucker These niggas ain't bigger than me These niggas ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me These niggas ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me These niggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me These niggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me Niggas talking that shit, 'bout a new generation Old emoji ass rappers, all their smiley ass faces Fuck niggas Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas Yeah they fuck niggas Ying, ying, ying on a motherfucker Ying, ying, ying on a motherfucker Ying, ying, ying on a motherfucker Ying, ying, ying on a motherfucker Drop your single, I drop "Dreams" on that motherfucker I should let my daughter scream on this motherfucker The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherfucker Ride out Blood money, we gon' ride out Ride out And don't think I won't send six niggas to your hide out Rich Gang