Like crack back in the 80s
I'm takin' you from yo' babies
Niggas disregard my name like I ain't been takin' over stages
Like I ain't up in niggas faces poppin' big shit
You must have heard the good word from the crew 'bout who you fuckin' wit'
Cause it's a cold day in hell
It's a chance I might get sick
Once in every full moon I put the switch back on my pen
Once in every blue moon I emerge up out my sins
To remind these bitch niggas rappin' who they up against
I'm the greatest
God's favorite
El diablo sonriette
Mr. Perfect
El jefe
The number right before siete
If a nigga got a problem, he should sign up for a death day
And my list keep gettin' full, these bodies pile up on me daily
Somebody please tell God, stop makin these fuck niggas
You know Im stackin' paper and I cannot fuck wit' em
How you let these niggas get away wit' blurrin' my vision
Puttin' smoke and mirrors up, they tryna smudge my image
If this shit a simulation, how that bitch corrupt yo' system
Gotta do a hard reset, take yo' ass to the beginning
Cause life ain't been the same
Something don't feel right
These niggas talk tough but in they real life they built like
Saucy santana on the inside
I can't say I wouldn't find it better on this earth if most you didn't die
We won't see eye to eye
And I can bet on it
You got a better chance not lyin' on yo' dead homies
I'm makin' sure you pussy niggas pass onnit ahh