Way too easy for me

I'm turning in a dog tag for free

Gunning down a hall, caught a four-piece

I'ma need a writer working for me

The way that I be burning up my pencil when I rhyme these lines

These carbon copies of everybody is getting on my nerves

Molly whopping your shoddy lyrics using a couple words

I don't need a hat or a high to come up with craft verse

I make music taking a potty on all your lazy work

Since the age 14 my voice been squeaky like the floor of a basketball court (Uh huh)

I ain't ever been sneaky, keep the peace like a treaty till the corps wanna ask for a war (Uh huh)

Feel important but you ain't just another pit stain

You can see the industry doesn't care about us

Never running into tough luck

Keep the tongue tucked unless you tryna get smacked

Better duck, duck

Softest boy on the block but I know all about those Glocks

That means if you came here to box I came ready to shoot some shots

Talking basketball and courts, can't shoot a rival just to spite

I ain't got the time, got a problem, we ain't gonna fight

Flying to Cuba you can call me Tupac

Cause I ain't messing with that drama gotta quit acting up

Acting more childish than a toddler while you claiming you tough

If you can't handle none the karma then you been outta luck