text: Very Rare Boys, nigga 
   
  You feel alright?
  Yo
  Hm, see me
  Mama had to send me into church
  Fucking monster with a TEC, boy, I aim for your neck 
  Had your brother mother wet, cause she know Im the best, Im sick 
  Rap so sinister, murder your local minister 
  Lyrics bitter as vinegar, spittin in your perimeter
  Heard you straight as a cylinder, so I cant fucks wit you
  All my niggas is gang bangers and ditch diggers
  Heard we was bumpin, so you had to bring your clique with ya
  So you know I had to put a bullet in bout six niggas 
  Fuck niggas, they running their triathlon
  Catch me gettin sloppy wit’ a bitch that look like Asher Roth 
  And I aint playin games like zombies, bitch, Im getting trains
  Runnin trains and bitches killing snitches in an aeroplane
  And Im a menace, see more mouths than a dentist
  Im killing till Im replenished, you niggas dont know the half of it
  Half-ass rappers talking shit, check the time
  Turn around and see my niggas wit me totin .49s
  And know they mad cause I aint really stuntin shit
  I hate the bitch and have my other wife who playing wit my dick 
  Swallow spitting, she swallow spitting, she swallow spitting
  Said this since beginning, Im just beginning, intend on winning
  Yo, hahahaha
  Hmm-mhm
  Hooligan in the hoodie, no Zimmerman
  And shoot me, I got visions in my head, youll soon see
  Savin my dollars for Mary Jane to get baked
  Clean myself off with a sunbathing ape
  Motherfuckers cant rhyme no more, bout crime no more
  I dont take that fuck shit, I dont even want your bitch 
  She tryna press me with some Lucy Rose shit
  Let a real nigga roll, oh, you wasting all the weed
  Wearing all this black cause Im killing all this tree
  Druggie nigga, Im a slump boy
  In for the bidden fruit, should given me joy
  But my pastor always talk, I gotta lie to me
  These niggas biting me like sharks tryin to clone me 
  But shit, thats power and respect 
  Sippin from the holy grail, while getting neck
  Dont need to sneeze to know Im blessed
  Im Versace, motherfucker, you Guess
  Small car, they try to get higher
  The pussy I slay, but hers is a fighter
  Youre mad cause you cant be like me
  I stunt, I flex, and I burn Mary, G 
  I stick to the code
  Fall back and let young niggas watch and take notes
  Uh 
  Shagadava, ah fu-
  Yall feel like that?