[Verse]

I feel like gun-buttin' these young bucks
Them cock-buffers are cum buckets, numb nuts
Quick to hop on the latest trend: White-on-white
Then Black-on-black... all right, all right
You sound retarded. A part of me wants to start sh*t
Grab a carpet tool and carve Adam's apple out your oesophagus
I'm just being honest. I wish it didn't phase me
I wish these bandwagon riders ain't drive me crazy
But the truth is, I'm a hipster-doofus
And, whenever I see n***as biting, I get ruthless
I quickly bring up the fact that I did the sh*t first
Or that I brought the style back first
And to make sh*t worse
There's no way of knowing if what I'm saying is actually true
It's just a gut-feeling I have that be having me blue
Pissing my girl off, my family be mad at me, too
Even those that're closest to me - ask Gravity, dude
F*ck it, though. It's nothin', yo
I know I'll never veer - two tears in a bucket, bro
Always been a Knick-fan - put that on the bible
Watch you hop up on that dick, fam, when we bag the title
Bunch o' can't-beat-'em-join-'em-n***as
Used-to-be-Laker-n***as
Hopped up on the Heat-sack when they became major, n***a
Then y'all caught the vapours quick when the Mavs scraped you, n***as
Then you stood around. And, I'm supposed to believe you FAITHFUL, N***A?
Get the f*ck out, you little ninjas - deserve the middle finger
Sh*t, I done followed the Nets since Kidd and Kittles, n***a
I was up on the Mavs since Nash and Finley fast-breaks
Be gone with your silly ass; you're mad late
And that's regarding everything. You do nothing but follow
And wallow in your tears when leaders* don't notice you swallow
The problem with that is...
*there's another version of this track wherein he replaces 'leaders' with 'peers', possibly to incorporate a more accurate rhyme scheme