Gem Drop (feat. Swab)

Once again These niggas wanna be Scarface, then forget the endin' (uh-huh) Chasin' attention, you'll be popular when your death is trendin' Couple official niggas is in it, the rest pretended I'm Kyrie Irving with the ball, you're the ref defendin' (uh-huh) A mixed match, crossed, stepped back then drive the lane I've been posturizin' lanes since my first game (uh-huh, uh-huh) Seen it on the ambulance pull up, then the hearse came Another bloodbath, killin' shit in the worst way Fuck outta here, no get kid next to me with the wordplay Bare first the couple of thousands to prefer pain When I'm describin' all of my peers, I use the word, "Prey" I chase 'em down like a cheetah to rip off they face (uh) Of course, I say grace before I eat your food, that's just the custom (uh-huh) Tryna double the duckets, I had to cut the substance (I did) Leveled up, now it's raw like no rubber fuckin' And death is one off course, like the sleep's other cousin Damn right, these rappers suck, they shoulda stuck to hustlin' (you niggas trash) Or stayed at the stockroom in Walmart I'm a Allstar, been hittin' shit out the ballpark Sorta like Ken Griffey and Sammy Sosa when his skin was dark Attracted to the money, like blood in the water around a shark Outed every knife from the drawyer, I'm the most sharp (uh-huh) All skilled like Phil Taylor how I throw the darts They're accurate, like a army sniper killin' marks I used to hustle in the park, bags of white in dark A minor way to monetize off my street smarts Now I'm tryna clean up all the money like some Ozark Pay up, if you won't, or blunt forced trauma from a blow That'll permanently separate you from your soul (that nigga's dead) Lately I been on a roll, hittin' goals Havin' my way, changin' the program like the remote control (huh) Get smoked if you broke the code You better stay wise, a lot of guys risk they lives to fold the road Nigga, this the overload, had to hit it with the hammer then the bolder broke And then I sold the O (what?) Cuties love it like the hoes do OVO You novice niggas ain't got nothin' you can show a pro This bolo in the dojo, get your shoulder broke Can't figure out the smell, hold the oldest dope Burnin' off the spoon And if you motherfuckin' songs ever come on, we turn off the tune Fuck outta here, nigga (nigga, what?) Rewind us, top rhymers The finest, rap gems so timeless We stealth bomber, gem dropper, make the ghet-ghetto holler Rewind us, top rhymers Rap gems so timeless Stealth bomber, gem dropper, make the ghet-ghetto holler, ghetto holler If it's MC's, rapper, different, I get that But if you got MC's, you want all lyrical content I don't give a fuck how many records this motherfucker sold Or how many fuckin', or how, what his influence was On the fuckin', uh, fashion industry and shit like that (uh-huh, word) You know what I mean? You know certain niggas, when they-, when you hear they verses You pay attention (attention, right) Because you know this nigga about to say some shit (right), facts, for real And that's the whole Griselda