A-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 iTunes, brand new EP

Yeah, I'm a prototype but don't accept the left swipes

So don't be Tinder 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 with two quarters, that's how I found "Many Men"

No homo, relax, I'm talkin' 'bout Curtis Jackson, you little shit

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 rappers souls and I wear it like a necklace

How'd we get the gold? It ain't ever 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 winnin'

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 tryna get shit started

Flame retardant, we stay marchin' with them lethal pencils on us

Throwin' hyphens and commas, puncturin' hip-hop art 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 tryna 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 all cease, 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 got you 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, at 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, at least I stood by the stuff I said