S.O.S.

You ain't ever heard nothing in the game like this Ice on it, like I sprained my wrist Titanic, you gone' need an S.O.S. 'Cause with a flow like this, you can't save that ship Ain't nothing in the game like this Ice on it, kinda like I sprained my wrist Don't look at us crazy, we don't play that shit We gone' be on your ass like stank on shit There's no limit, if I want it, I go get it I'm cold with it, dollar bills, blow my nose with it Say it in real life man, y'all just posting it Swear they weaker than Popeye with no spinach I kill the track, whether I end it, or open it Scared to feature me, get on they track take over it Ignored his shots, and now he don't know how to cope with it Expecting me to respond, I give him no attention Ever since I came back, rappers been real mad Drop my name on they tracks I'm in they head like migraines, when I say I don't give 'em no slack And I swear they bite my style until they teeth start to crack How my name taste? Probably better than anything on YoPlait If you want my response, you gotta earn it Ain't name dropping nobody who sound like Kermit But if you feeling froggy, go ahead and leap My time is money, and that chitter-chatter cheap You sweeter than honey, I'm who you wanna bee Won't catch me slipping, not even on the sleet Enough said, man you know I am the king Single handedly killed you and your whole team I been staying up, you gave me a reason to sleep 'Boutta take a nap, second verse goes to T You ain't ever heard nothing in the game like this Ice on it, like I sprained my wrist Titanic, you gone' need an S.O.S. 'Cause with a flow like this, you can't save that ship Ain't nothing in the game like this Ice on it, kinda like I sprained my wrist Don't look at us crazy, we don't play that shit We gone' be on your ass like stank on shit I wrote these bars while stealing from the grocery store They gonna ask how I got famous-er than Demi Moore Confetti pours 'cause I made it off of Chili floors God made me a leftie so I could film it right to VCR Who the fuck do you think you are? And disrespecting Tripp, dawg, that just pissed me off Rich and soft, eat shit, fuck you dawg I don't want this beef, but I'm filet mingon on any song that Madi on If you want me to turn up all these caps, Tripp, tell me dawg And I'm not saying it's wrong, but dawg, please come on Take his cock out your mouth when you record your songs! So that you don't mumble, friend Cartoon character mumble men Don't ever wanna hear you talking this shit again I'm expecting like three weak responses, not popping I don't even wanna fuck with this damn nonsense What now? Clean up like Mr. Plow Wrote an album money ray, life is fucking pissed now Holy fuck, I just lost some money on that soccer game Walk away, if you don't want periwinkle carpet spray Talking game, am I going insane? Named yourself after Biggie and you still sounding lame? No, no, not again, must have been a gust of wind 'Cause I drip like a fountain Made a solid porcelain You ain't ever heard nothing in the game like this Ice on it, like I sprained my wrist Titanic, you gone' need an S.O.S. 'Cause with a flow like this, you can't save that ship Ain't nothing in the game like this Ice on it, kinda like I sprained my wrist Don't look at us crazy, we don't play that shit We gone' be on your ass like stank on shit