[Verse]
The king's back, queens rap where I'm supreme at
They tossin' stones in hot hands, n***a, you seen that
Told you before, I've seen it all, right from the door
They see it, try to be it, the modern day CB4, look
Fuck the raps, who you n***as was before (Woo)
Dirty n***as sleepin' on your mama's floor (Woo)
Fuck a Rollie, get you n***as Michael Kors (Ooooh!)
Bitch made, y'all the groupies on the tour
We the shooters with the shooters
Yeah the one the shooters call
Fuck an Uber, hit you off the scooter
My youngins got maneuvers to hit you above right next to Cooter
You don't like me n***a
Well that's fine just get in line
Wait your turn up, see n***a, I waited mine
I was never the hater before they made it, congratulated
Love to see you n***as get to the paper, glad you made it
When my name pop up, it ain't the same 'bout us
One thing remained the same is nothing changed 'bout us
They try to box me out, I David Blaine that stuff
See, once your name's on it, bitch you've gotta claim that stuff
Even if they ain't say you lame, they don't complain 'bout us (Strip)
Look, I been the type to just say what I feel
N***as feel some type of way, bring them feelings to the field
Bet they know about me, but what we know about you?
If I sneeze a n***a squeeze don't make me go "Achoo!"
I advise you, do not be the n***a they lie to
Cuz shit be all pretty, then a n***a just rob loot
Lost boys, we pop 'em, then we toss toys
Try to X5 them n***as, just a crosstour
We at the lot, tryin' to pick 'em with caution
Cuz Queens n***a, we don't do too well with portions
Of course it's the n***a that be pissin' them off
They don't love you 'til a n***a's stififn' them all
They applaud you even when you hittin' them all
Then tell the whole world that you pussy ain't soft
You know the n***as they never had, never wanted you to have
Used to be Mobb Deep, n***as never knew to have
40 to Marcy, Jamaica up to Myrtle Ave
Turn up your radio, cuz this is real murder rap
Fuck all the murder rats, n***as are really murder cats
Welcome to Mondo, this where you get your burger wrapped
I'm certified as ever you heard if I done kill or say the realest shit
Victim owners, they God Fiat
Don Vito Corleone, .40s don't make a motion picture
Whenever that .40 all he drawn
It's blood and bones when I spit that n***a
This ain't no Netflix and Chill, time to kick back, n***a
Yo, bitch, open up my presents, you don't get that n***a
Wait 'til the morning, I'ma sit at home, gift wrap n***a
Look, call me Santa on my French Montana
I'll be running through these industry hoes, pardon my grammar
I'm such a distraction from your reaction, I'm what they lackin'
Ain't never show me no love, watch your compassion
These n***as be talkin' just to be talkin'
I just keep quiet just to be awkward
I keep running ahead just to be cautious
You better get you some bread since you so nauseous
All you Instagram quoters, Facebook philosophers
Forty eight laws of who's writing this garbage up
I ain't got no fans, I'm just here to make this music
And you ain't gotta press play to it
But don't wait 'til I'm dead to give me cred, n***a
Don't wait 'til I'm gone to sing these songs
It's more snakes in the barn than on a farm
So I clean my house before I'm mowin' the lawn
I don't like too many n***as around me anyway
I'd rather go on tour with my family any day
Fuck a Porsche, I'd rather the Camry anyway
If the foreign gon' make me a foreigner, well I stay
No, not where I used to
Number done change like Sudoku
I reply to the text, who you?
N***a, who this?
Fuck you get this number
I text like Dame Dash, yo, State Prop One
And you don't know me, you knew me
N***a, this be the new me
Yeah, I'm trying to be a god, they still trying to be Goonies
We ain't cut from the same cloth, this shit ain't in loomies (Huh!)
It's handmade off the fabric of Huey
Too advanced for these n***as, I'm way ahead of my time
I spit back off the skip back, that's pressin' rewind
I broke the floor on these holes after this hoe was designed
You n***as rich off attention, well, I pay you no mind
Pray to the skies, they wait my demise, summertime fly
Who am I? The n***a that quit and left out to dry
While I ride, all of this a surprise, look how they got me
Shit, back from the dead, cleaner than Oxi
These gay n***as in glitter, Liberace
N***a, you can't do Versace or Huaraches
No that's not saucy, n***a, that's not bossy
And somewhere down the line, these thugs, they got lost there
Trying to find a new way back but it got costly
Whenever you get to talkin', don't moan, speak bossy
Oh, just keep off me, cuz we ain't gotta act like
We brothers or something from different mothers or something
Because we from the same spot don't mean we fuck with each other
You know the awkward vibe?
When you don't offer files?
When you don't want to be cool but you don't want to be cruel?
So you hit the head and nod like ain't they smooth
That's how it be or it's just me
Then you ain't really outside
You IG n***as know how to hide
We know the pros and cons of all the frozen arms
Of all the n***as with Rollies that's gettin' rolled on
See, I'ma mind my business
Yeah, this shit is Guinness
You could believe it or not or just receive it in plot
Break out your plans, n***a, be a man
Cuz all these n***as you under, they don't understand
I'm prime example, got these n***as that spit
All this family shit ain't get a whole lot of bread
Don't get the family high, you know this song and all the right from wrong
Look, I ain't askin' for shit, now that I've got it, n***a
Suck my dick! How's we supposed to be cool?
Cuz you postin' me fool
I kept them wolves off your ass
You was posed to be food
You know the trouble I spit
It be the trouble I get, or we can handle it
We be on demand with this shit
I sat back for too long watchin' you n***as be gay
The real n***as diminish all the fake n***as' praise
N***a, I'm Southside born, 40 Project raised
One thing I can say, this ain't back in the days
They ain't who they post, they all doin' the most
They all aim with them fingers, nobody's prayin' ,no toast
I'm like ooohh, I don't wanna lose it
But they some n***as like Fab, I'ma still prove it
That I can still spit like the real kiss
This the real 'Vic, I'm on
Gone!