"What's his name?"

"I know I've seen that face somewhere before."

"Who is this person?"

"Notoriously known, one might say."

"What's his name?"

"What's the meaning of this?"

"I suggest everyone keep quiet."

"Everyone except this person."

"Let's get on with this."

Yo

I'm about to catch wreck

Sentimental ass, pussy ass ****, you ain't a threat

I see through your hard facade, it's a gay silhouette

Oooh, you wanna kill moi?

God bless

I'ma put you to the test

Step off I suggest

It's like pissin' in the wind ****, you're gonna get weeeet

I'm a felon

Ask Ellen ya damn degenerate/Degeneres

Pay rent on my premises, I'm your whole hood's nemesis

Plus I leave gun fights with no blemishes

Turn your fruit loops from quick kicks to the poop shoot

Trainin' new recruits, takin'...I don't know who, who's loot

We gang bang, slang, blow out brains

Spit a shot, pistol whippin' ya knot and your ears rang

I'm swingin' on **** like damn orangutans

I do my thing servin' cane in the rain

Hard Rock Cafe

Open nights to day

You gotta pay to play

Cause I ain't givin' no crills away

I was made, born and raised in the U.S.A

Home of the slaves and The Braves and yeah, yeah, the A.K.'s

You was high and fly once now crash and burn mayday

I am my worst enemy

My mind, got ten personalities

Inside my head tryin' to break free

With nine doin' wrong and one godly

Kid, I'm a street sensei

Chop off feet like Kunta Kinte

Fuck what men say

The game is elementary

I kill with elegancy

Too put it eloquently

I'm your majesty and you are simply a casualty

That I'm forced to deal with savagely

With my bare hands

I'm givin' **** ghetto brain scans

Lump your head up, like the damn Elephant Man

Throwin' monkey wrenches inside your programs

Swell you up like clams

Hittin'

Pedestrians is the way I get my Benjamans

Cause we ain't sentiment

This is a 100%, pure adrenaline

Leave my victims tremblin'

Traumatized like they've never been

Twitchin' and shakin'

Never come outside again

And all your hoods resources and all your hoods men

Couldn't put that **** back together again

I am my worst enemy

My mind, got ten personalities

Inside my head tryin' to break free

With nine doin' wrong and one godly

"Motherfucker what?!"

These are fightin' words punk

This town ain't big enough for the both of us

You either have mad guts or you're stupid as fuck

Or your crew is Reebokin' you and got you Pumped

But if you ask me personally, you slip too much

See, we can see you, but you can't see us

To stay up I sniff a bump then hit the blunt once

Gettin' fucked up, layin' low, watchin' you from the cut

With a sick bunch of raw meat eaters that taste blood

And we're all scavengers, ? savages

Top Gun like Maverick on a quest for that lavishness

I am my worst enemy

My mind, got ten personalities

Inside my head tryin' to break free

With nine doin' wrong and one godly