I'm just being mad honest
Gave you 16 to rap on this
Now it's my turn to black on it
Like I took a pic without flash on it
Be mad cautious
I'm in the cut like a back office
The weight of the world on my shoulders
And I'm still kicking shit with no back problems
Rich folks in my back pockets
And I'm way beyond tryna act modest
Seen whole squads I don't acknowledge
I'm bout cream like Bask' Robbins
Black veils, black bonnets
Graveyards full of black coffins
I'm killing shit, think you're Titanic
I'm an iceburg and you're Jack Dawson
Ooooh shit, you ever see this many black bosses
Mmmh, probably not, we're making all the white people act nauseous
Point blink I'm a fast target
Anarchist, mass carnage
Appetite for destruction
I encourage all ya'll to add sauces
Chain full of upside-down​ crosses
I'm back on it
Schoolin n***as like they at college
Still hotter than last August
Better grab faucets