[Intro]
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I said don't talk shit
Fifty on my head, that's kinda cheap, that's barely opp shit
But I load the clip because you left me with no option
Funny how you're runnin' out the backdoor when I walk in
I don't gotta chase you 'cause that red dot got you locked in
Yeah, that's the remedy
When you're surrounded by so many enemies
So many clones, they've been plotting the end of me
Bitin' my vision, they hate on me openly
I'm sick of this shit, man, I'm the OG Michaеl Myers, Freddy Kruger
Haunt your drеams, make you retire
Set your whole damn world on fire

[Verse 1]
I'm an artist, all y'all copycats, yeah, that's sadly facts
Makin' moves that go beyond just rap, you're stuck in the past
I've been in my motherfuckin' bag while you're droppin' trash
So far up my ass, man, I should probably charge you fuckers rent
Acting crazy, load the clip then I shut 'em up, they'll be dead to me
Yeah, I stick around, there's no escaping, they won't step to me
Swear I just surround myself with ones who really bled for me
Built a fuckin' empire off shit I started at seventeen
[Chorus]
Don't talk shit
Fifty on my head, that's kinda cheap, that's barely opp shit
But I load the clip because you left me with no option
Funny how you're runnin' out the backdoor when I walk in
I don't gotta chase you 'cause that red dot got you locked in
Yeah, that's the remedy
When you're surrounded by so many enemies
So many clones, they've been plotting the end of me
Bitin' my vision, they hate on me openly
I'm sick of this shit, man, I'm the OG Michael Myers, Freddy Kruger
Haunt your dreams, make you retire
Set your whole damn world on fire

[Verse 2]
It's spooky season and you know I'm bringing treats
You ain't heard me sound like this before, I leave 'em all deceased
So don't push me, all you writing tweets would slobber on my meat
I don't make music for virgins anymore, so now they leave
Except they don't, they still on my dick
They always pry 'n poke to get a reaction
Say they're not a fan, but won't leave me alone
Are you a fan? Are you a critic? Honestly, there is no difference
'Cause the more y'all talk about me, that's just more that I can spend
I've been busy stacking M's, livin' the life you'll never live
So go focus on yourself instead of me, maybe you'll win
And all the rappin' shit aside, at least the time we had was fun
If I'm not hittin' for you now, I hope you find someone that does
[Outro]
Ah
(Double Points)