Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I've seen beats baby Guess when I'm down

How many, how many rappers is cappin' in all of they songs

How many, how many **** ain't bout it but singin' along

They say I'm the villain, but how many villains come home from killin' to right all they wrongs

It's bout to be different, I'm comin' on spinnin' cause **** been playin' with me for too long

R-23 is nobody but me, got it tatted on me, ****, that part

Ain't no luck, I been workin' my ass off

We was broke, but I'm takin' that cash off

If it's bigger than music, my brody a shooter

And I'm the one jumpin' the pad, so

If you really wanna do it, I put up my life to your wrist

Now we havin' a dance-off

I might pull up to Houston and knock a stallion out the park like I play for the Astros

Put a bag on my body and you blew a bag on her body

We don't even bag those

We ain't the same, I ain't even wanna

I tell you, my brother, we tag pros

Sheesh, shawty just call me a dog, I call her the Uber, now she off the lease

I got a baddie in Georgia, don't know her name, but I saved her as peach

Got a Spanish shorty in New York, that ain't me or more, they call her a treat

Fuck it, I'm out for the mental, for a presidential

Never care, I get impeached

Know that my name in they dental, takin' up real estate, no rental

What you do with a strap, I do with a pencil

Pattern and instrumental

When I'm back in that mode, it's simple

You see the studio, I see a temple

Rappin' like water for me, it's essential

This why I let out the shit that I been through

Sheesh, rappers ain't rappin' like this

All that cappin' you **** is capitalist

All black on my feet, match the black on my fist

I'm black and out, bitch, I'm as black as it gets

Fool me one time and your name on the list

That ain't no three times

Don't take a lot to say fuck the peace signs

Load up the chopper like fuck a ceasefire

Blacked out Benz like fuckin' Nissan

I got the juice like Pac in 92

Mamba mentality, I don't care if the whole team tryna stop me

I'm goin' out shootin, shawty gon' bow like a sensei

She really know how to dictate, Vladimir Putin

G-Money told me I'm gon' be the greatest

I looked in his eyes like I already knew it

What is we doin

R.I.P. take, I'ma blast some

R23, it's nobody but me

Got it tatted on me, ****, that part

Ain't no luck, I been workin' my ass off

We was broke, but I'm takin' that cash off

And it's bigger than music, my brody is shooter

And I'm the one droppin' that pass off

If you really wanna do it, I put up my life to your wrist

Now we havin' a dance-off

I might pull up to Houston and knock a stallion out the park

Like I played for the Astros

Put a bag on my body and you blew a bag on her body

We don't even bag those

We ain't the same, I ain't even wanna

I tell you, my brother, we tag pros

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