Nobody likes me. Nobody likes me but that's okay. Cuz I don't like y'all anyway. ...And I don't like y'all anyway. F**k all y'all!!. My watch talk for me my whip talk for me. My gat talk for me. BLAT! Wutup homie. For bitches who don't know me. ...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for. me. I came into rap humble I don't give a f**k now. Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown. Coke price go up cats is come down. The D's run in my crib I'm nowhere to be found. The bitch who hustle for me they dont even stash tracks. They keep it on em right there in they ass crack. When I don't like a nigga I don't pretend to. I'll have the paramedics wrap your f**kin head like a Hindu. Look I ain't goin nowhere so get used to me. OG's look at me and see what they used to be. I'm that nigga that sold coke the nigga that sold dope. The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So. The thug they pop shit. The thug that pop clips. The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks. Nigga ain't in his right mind goin against me. My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see. [Refrão]. Scream murder! (I don't believe you!). Murder! (F**k around and leave you!). Murder! (I don't believe you!). Murder murder! (Your life's on the line!). Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me. I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me. Make me catch her on the late night. Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six. I'm not a marksmen while spark issue I spray random. Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome. I hate to hear "He say She say" shit. Unless he say she say she on my dick. It's no coincidence niggas who f**k wit me get shot up. I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up. You soft through be puttin up a crazy front. I stay wit the Mac cuz niggas tried to blaze me once. In the hood they be like "Damn 50 really spitted on em". "You heard that shit?" "Yeah 50 really shitted on em". Beef you don't want none so don't start none. You just a small player in this game play a part son. [Refrão]. These cats always escape reality when they rhyme. That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes. Leave it to them and they say they got a fast car. Nascar truck wit a crash bar. And TV's in the dash pa. See em in the five wit stock rims I just laugh pa. I catch stunts when I ain't tryin. I ain't lyin I sit Don P til I split up. Keep my rent split up. Get outta line I get you hit up (Wooo!). Now if you say my name in your rhyme watch what you say. You get carried away you can get shot and carried away. Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:. 50 umm Jay-Z and Nas. I'ma say this shit now and never again. We ain't buddies we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't. friends. The games you playin you get killed like that. Actin like you all hard you ain't built like that. See me when you see me nigga one. (One). [Refrão]. Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me. I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me. You gon make me catch her on the late night. Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six