Words drop like a napalm bomb
Tearing down walls is a stay-calm job
These dudes say they rappin' from they momma's womb
But they [???] had was an organ
But that's my origin, it's not Bubbles Galore
Instead of cake I stack rubble
Took a few beatings; learned to fight
Them bully's tears were some good, good eatings
I watch you listen to me spit
Your mouth so open like you ready for a dick
I don't adapt to cultures, facts I bulge [???] with ulcers
Not the type to [???] my squad's life in holsters
[???] rap vulture, dodgin' rap cultures
I [???] molten and scold the rap [???]
'Cause there ain't no past in the rap that I wrote-uh
I'm holdin' up stores like Simba
These beat's all I ever need, fuck timber
Land of the free, those G's over there
When they holdin' the keys, don't fuck with 'em
All they gonna' do is take your money
[?????] life like Crocodile Dundee
Here the gun pipe back
'Cause it's [???] music, you got six tracks
And you know my legacy, when I slap
'Cause I got an army of my kids in my sack
[Cock it?] sixteen in the back [???] track
You know that it's [???] boy, that shit's gonna last
You [hate?] potatoes, [start?] fuckin' with my bread
I just might put that eight-hole in your head
With my cannon, I just might use it
If you continue to lap my [???]
[Outro]
It's fake talk man
It's all- it's fake talk man
It's fake talk man
These rappers all doin' fake talk
Can't stand that shit
Fake talk

Comin' to you live from my grandma's basement