Back N Forth

Aye, Cal?! Church! I'm reactivated, epidermis, steel plated I'm so fuckin' bulletproof, the .308 just 808 me Last hater like, "Damn, he ate me" Well, you sit right on my plate, B And lately my appetite been bottomless, just like a skank, see? No ass at all, lyrically fill a beat Fuck it up, nut skeet Live it up, for the night, wake up, repeat Three times in a row, upload i-Tunes, brand new EP Yeah, I'm a prototype, but don't accept the left swipes So don't be tender, if you get sniped at the stroke of midnight I'm weird, a little bit, still infamous, still killin' it, no Ritalin Addicted to pickin' apart rap parts Thick bars, and difficult synonyms I paid 15.99 for two quarters That's how I found "Many Men", no homo Relax I'm talkin' 'bout Curtis Jackson, you lil shits Many men, shit, there ain't many left You see how these men dress? They wearin' women's dresses What's next? I'm over here stressin' It's fucked up, what's the message? Runnin' laps around you motherfuckers, and I ain't even sweatin' I ain't talkin' shit, I'm flexin,' Don't be talkin' shit, all reckless I take these rapper's souls And I wear it like a necklace How'd we get the gold? It ain't never come from luck I ain't never give a shit You think I'll ever give a fuck? If I ever gave a fuck, give it back you shouldn't have it, yeah I'm an Indian giver, don't make me come and scalp your head I got war paint on my ding-ding I rip-rap, and I sing-sing Just send me to the CMA's, I'll piss off who is winning They ain't winnin' shit, we takin' it Like Kanye West, did Taylor Swift I pray that this whole industry goes belly up, and takes a shit We makin' it regardless, honest, all I hear is garbage I'm just over here throwin' gas, tryin' to get shit started Flame retardant, we stay marchin', with them lethal pencils on us Throwing hyphens and commas, puncturing hip-hop art's arteries Murderous words, a part of me, but my heart still won't change a beat Born with a murmur, preacher man, and A-Cal, holy shit! Yeah! We load the clip! Yeah! We don't miss! I ain't tryin' to hear you bitch You can't eat, where we sit Made our way through the rain and the sleet Get in our way, you can lay in the street What you hear right now is greatness Take this, turn the volume up on the beat Crank up the heat, until the flames, I see Sippin' supernovas, out of my canteen I'm liberatin' my paved place, But I'm not a star on Hollywood streets Not at all fair, y'all get beat Talk that shit, but never gon' speak If you see me, in person Your whole family goin' to church, man I am, too, fam, I ain't a goat, nope, more of a taurus I don't take breaks, I paddle foot it What I mean by that is, I floor it I roll more stoned, than a hater does So, technically, I'm a florist Dug two graves, once upon a time Still, ain't dead, so fuck 'em And I might die tonight But if I do, I'ma be okay And if I die tonight Least I stood by the stuff I said And I might die tonight But if I do, I'ma be okay And if I die tonight Least I stood by the stuff I said