[Intro]
Pour me a drink
Y’all shouldn’t have got me started
Bout to pull out my belt on all you kids

[Verse 1]
You ain’t from nowhere
You ain’t never shot nothing
But every line you rap
You claim you out thuggin’
This ain’t a diss track
I’m comin’ respectfully
Before I die show ‘em what this G shit meant to me
I refuse any of y’all to represent me
Really out here gang banging on these streets heavy
Cut from another cloth
Yeah we very different
Unlike you boy I’m really with the business
And I’m here to let the world know
You’re only a tough guy when the camera turns on
Hit a nerve
Honestly I don’t really give a damn
I could see right through your fake image on the gram
You could rap about money and bitches
Drugs, love, the club I get it
I’m just saying this gangsta shit ain’t universal
Dead homies turning in their grave hearing your verses
Yeah it’s personal, playa I admit that
All you residents let me ask you, where you been at?
All this gang gang in your raps, where your turf at?
If you can’t answer, check yourself and step back
These tattoos on my body had to earn it
Stabbed a muthafucker man in the yard for the Sur purpose
Used to mean something getting tatted on the face
Now you do it for nothing
A muthafucking disgrace

[Chorus]
Don’t compare to resident rappers
Cause 99% of ‘em cappin’
Making shit up to increase they selves
They don’t do it for the Raza
They do it for they selfs
Don’t compare me to any of these posers
Catch a case, oh yeah they gonna fold up
Then you wonder why they sitting on the stand
Cause the game they obtain, is on the gram

[Verse 2]
They really got you fooled
Got you all in the comments
Protecting them like they a delicate flower
A diva, a Barbie, a muthafucking princess
Your favorite rapper probably a coward just admit it
I ain’t only here talking bout non-gang bangers
I’m also talking bout the ones that be claiming
The gang, and the lame ass don’t come around
If the shoe fits yeah I’m talkin’ bout you clown
Ain’t nobody safe
Oh yeah we checking resumes
I’m well connected in this whole gang bang database
I’m the villain, I ain’t Batman I’m the Joker
Here to separate the real from you muthafucking posers
You should be talking bout your rap skills
Not lying your ass about the people you killed
I understand that sex, money, murder sales
Look in the mirror of yourself
Integrity taking a L
Talking bout old heads hating
Y’all just mad cause we called you out
Doing this lame shit
My little homies will whoop your ass
Beef with me little brodie, you don’t want that
Trust and believe, I’m all for my people elevating
Respect your elders, I’m just telling the new generation
I had a dream of all of us prospering
And these new kids, O.G.’s will vouch for ‘em
[Chorus]
Don’t compare to resident rappers
Cause 99% of ‘em cappin’
Making shit up to increase they selves
They don’t do it for the Raza
They do it for they selfs
Don’t compare me to any of these posers
Catch a case, oh yeah they gonna fold up
Then you wonder why they sitting on the stand
Cause the game they obtain, is on the gram