[intro]. Yeah we back. Back in muhammad crib nigga top floor. The back room. With just the one little small window nigga. The light be comin' through it in the morning. Old ass walls and shit. But it's just like I remember. Just like I wanted it. Yeah I'm workin'. Yeah I'm workin' nigga. [verse]. Look it's the return of the mr. burn suckers. Not herpes infested. Just perfectly blessed with. A style that you can't f with. Protection recommended. 'cause cole the definition. Of a weapon that can end it. You know mass destruction. When I mash the button. I take your favorite major rapper. Left him independent. Crying in the corner. 'cause I ain't into sorta. Kinda dissin' niggas. I'm borderline addicted to slaughter. Line up niggas in order. Of who you think can really fuck. With me most. Then I tuck the heat close. If he don't duck then he ghost. Ain't no need for discussion. If they weren't talking 'bout the bread. These motherfuckers be toast. Clap at the fake deep rappers. The og gatekeep rappers. The would-you-take-a-break-please rappers. Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit. I hate these rappers. Especially the amateur eight week rappers. Lil' whatever just another short bus rapper. Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers. Napoleon complex you this tall rappers. Get exposed standin' next to 6'4" rappers. The streets don't fuck with you. You pitchfork rappers. Chosen by the white man. You hipstor rappers. I reload the clip. Then I hit more rappers with that. Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers. I'm back. Never knew a nigga that was better. Revenue I'm good at gettin' cheddar. Reminisce on days I didn't eat. If it's meant to be then it'll be. If it's not then fuck it I'ma try. Ain't no need to ask the father why no. 'cause one day everybody gotta die. One day everybody gotta die oh. One day everybody gotta die. One day everybody gotta die. My nigga my nigga