[chorus]
All you little niggas but you bit mad
Nigga, here's your shorty, take your bitch back
I’m trying to get dough, i ain't worried 'bout no get-back
Chase a body bag or a big bag
All of my problems, i can’t count 'em up
All my real friends in bad dreams, they crowdin' up
Smoke weed to bury the voices, it ain't loud enough
Nothing but regret in my heart and i ain't proud of them
All you little niggas but you bit mad
Nigga, here's your shorty, take your bitch back
I'm trying to get dough, i ain't worried ’bout no get-back
Chase a body bag or a big bag
All of my problems, i can’t count 'em up
All my real friends in bad dreams, they crowdin’ up
Smoke weed to bury the voices, it ain't loud enough
Nothing but regret in my heart and i ain't proud of them
[verse]
Let me tell you why i don't have features
Why? niggas too scared to get on the beat and be defeated
I turn a local rapper to a client of the reaper
The phantom of the opera, but i’m opera
Running back like a game of soccer
If a nigga block my goals, i'm a shoot the whole block up
Niggas pop-locking while i pop the lock on the locker
Grab a stopwatch, nigga, stop watching, you can't copy
No, i spit facts calmly and print back a copy
If your shit trash, probably got my get-back by spitting like a lit match
Pure fire sticking to the script, you a big act
See you on stage and in a rage i blow your shit back
Bam! monster rap flow is so hot
I'm outside looking for niggas like it's a cop shift
Give your bitch dick on the plane, oh, the cockpit
You constipated rappers struggle hard just to drop shit
[chorus]
All you little niggas but you bit mad
Nigga, here's your shorty, take your bitch back
I'm trying to get dough, i ain't worried 'bout no get-back
Chase a body bag or a big bag
All of my problems, i can't count 'em up
All my real friends in bad dreams, they crowdin' up
Smoke weed to bury the voices, it ain't loud enough
Nothing but regret in my heart and i ain't proud of them