They Made Me Rap Again

Mic checker, Eastside trifecta

I took a sec to let em breath as a nice gesture

But n***** took it as a reason to deny pressure

Now a n***** poppin like he in the third trimester

So don’t test him, a certified life taker

My 42 came wit a beam like a lightsaber

These n***** rattin’ to the feds as they write papers

I aint fucking wit em cause these n***** pussy by nature

I hate fakers, school scholars turned gang bangers

You say you ballin but you never been a playmaker

Can’t save him, certain n***** cant make paper

Haymaker hit him, now a n***** need a pacemaker

And I been clutchin on a heater that erase haters

Make danger, pull it out and leave a n***** brain lasered

Game changer, a real writer like im wayne baker

N***** love critiquing all my shit but still aint major

Aint poppin, had a lil buzz and now the fame droppin

Lame logic, all because you hot but now the flame stopping

Take caution, n***** lucky ion do the name droppin

I’m owning n***** like i’m shoppin at a slave auction

Killing shit when I be kickin it like bruce lee

Only n**** spittin, thats the reason ion do feats

N***** dissin on me but that shit dont make me loose sleep

Cuse rlly n***** verses too weak to even bruise me

Im bossed up, n***** rlly hard until that glock bust

If you thought bout running up just know im keeping shots tucked

30 in this bitch and I aint scared to leave ya mopped up

Ya mama crying asking why her only son got touched

But thats what happens when these n***** get too confident

That confidence gon make you pay the consequence for talkin it

The game full of phoneys, its predominantly fraudulent

This shits wack, im done being tolerent

N**** im the racksta, Hollow tip packin bitch slappa

Stomp a n**** out and take his bitch right after

Ion like rappers, sellin out they soul to white masters

I’m 16 and own my masters

Like how we let these lames in the game, false claiming what they bang

Making music where they saying that they dangerous

N***** that im steppin with be clutching on they toolies like its maintenance

We the type to pull up, leave a n**** faceless

Still pourin 4’s on these n*****, blowing O’s of these n*****,

In the truck, stick tucked, 44 for these n*****

Still young but im feeling too old for these n*****

Boy i’m coming for the gold on these n*****

But im seeing why they get mad cause my bitch bad and my whip fast

Hit the corner, give a n***** whiplash

Pockets full of cash, only reason that my britch sag,

And these n***** still aint get no licks back

Shit i’d be mad too