Double Dare!

Ayy, sit back as I rip from the chest Microphone in my hand and a voice in my head I'ma keep spittin' till there ain't none left I guess death be the only thing that keep me set Like, two years since I said ya dead I made moves that the money ain't a thing, oh, yes I stress that I'm not just a regular guest The rap for the stacks, I bring back the boom-bap Like, who that kid dressed in all black? Every motherfucker wanna be on my track I don't give a fuck about your cap-ass rap You stay wack while I snap, keep the bars on tap, huh All I hear is money-money bitches But I don't see no money on the motherfuckin' bitches, uh All I see is corny rappers acting famous Like they made it but ain't makin' any fucking digits Yeah, let me break it down for ya You do it for the image, ain't nobody down for ya Comin' up out the grave, I was underground for ya Now I'm comin' and takin' the throne, better bow down for ya Highness, leave your bank in the minus All my bills are blue like my motherfuckin' iris Fillin' up your head like a goddamn virus Really wanna say my double dare, you fuckin' try this What? All you get is my piss Spit like a mag and I'm dumpin' my clip Name someone else who be doin' this shit Y'all can keep it coming, schema clique in this bitch Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah Sittin' on the curb with the .40 in the hand Sun in the sky and the smog in the air People lookin' at me for the clothes that I wear You can see it on my face, man, I just don't care Sittin' on the curb with the .40 in the hand Sun in the sky and the smog in the air People lookin' at me for the clothes that I wear You can see it on my face, man, I just don't care Time to kick dust up, I bust like a clip When I duck out the back and I creep up like this How many motherfuckers must get dumped with the gun quick? This is for the souls that felt this Who's that? Comin' straight from the back I just stack up my pack while you sit there and act Tough motherfuckers wanna be so bust like they Subject to another style they suspectin' Everybody wanna be respected Take a little shot when they least expect it Who am I? Gotta be objective The blade stay tucked and it ain't selective Dissected, emptied out his pockets and kept it Split a motherfucker from his posse like Brexit I don't give a fuck about a man who said shit Really want a feature but the flow expensive Fuck out my way when I bust it like that Sly goes the track and I punk out the gas Fuck what you say and then fuck what you heard I stick to movin', I fly like a bird Spray words like it's blood to the paper Stay cursed, but if I see things worse When I go and get a rise I'ma take Earth When you address me you go 'head and say "Sir" Can I get a little bit of the steez please? I reap the rewards of a war I'm knees deep in I pull pins like a frag, I'm so bad I bust slugs, bitch, and recover the bag Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah Sittin' on the curb with the .40 in the hand Sun in the sky and the smog in the air People lookin' at me for the clothes that I wear You can see it on my face, man, I just don't care Sittin' on the curb with the .40 in the hand Sun in the sky and the smog in the air People lookin' at me for the clothes that I wear You can see it on my face, man, I just don't care