[Verse 2: Mad Squablz]
Uh, to fuck with me, you need your ammo✦ up
Proceed to stand on punks, you know the schemes will leave your flannel scuffed
Peep the handle, son, know my procedure be to damage✦ stuff
No Madden✦ franchise, but this my season,✦ we just havin'✦ fun
Uh, cash rules✦ everythin' I hate and love
Niggas✦ hate to face reality, that's why we takin'✦ drugs
Payin' plugs, but there will come a time when it just ain't enough✦
You might just turn to Cobain✦ if you ain't as tough
I might emerge✦ with propane, it's a fatal stunt
Properly insert a bold claim as if I ain't the one
And now I'm rhymin'✦ with a legend✦ like I said I would
Intrinsically, I murder✦ beats just like a legend✦ should
Tried to convince 'em I was meant for this, the best I could
Niggas✦ narcoleptic, won't accept✦ I'm here to wreck for good
Feelin'✦ more intrepid, more receptive since I left the hood
Feelin'✦ more adept✦ and on your neck's where l'ma plant my foot
[Verse 3: J-S.A.N.D.]
Name a nigga✦ that flow harder✦
Flow more graphic than flow charts
Won't relax till I build up these plaques and hold tartar
Spare no targets, got a flow so nauseous
I cough up words and throw bars up
Hardly✦ a reverend, but I'm always gon' thank the Lord for the blessings
In life, I learned that takin'✦ losses✦ is a part of the lesson✦
I fathered you peasants, you niggas✦ my sons
So when I kill you motherfuckers,✦ we'll just call it postpartum depression✦
Lafayette, Louisiana, where niggas✦ be squeezin' hammers
Niggas✦ don't speak with grammar, so people gon think we bamas✦
It's frequent to keep your hands up, anybody✦ can get it
And anybody✦ can give it to you, it's like Secret✦ Santa✦
I'm sayin', you niggas✦ is nothin'✦ like me and my
You look at niggas✦ and deify,✦ we defy✦
Defeat✦ and divide,✦ reheat✦ and refry✦
Niggas✦ ain't reachin' this high, need to repeat✦ and retry✦
Bitch, I'm too different to be in any✦ competition✦ with y'all
The only✦ way I quit is if you get petitions involved
So you can place your bets, you bet against me, you gon' stay in debt
I stay the best 'cause I'm the only✦ rookie that can face the vets
You little niggas✦ never✦ raisin'✦ threats
You niggas✦ bitter✦ and y'all sweet, you motherfuckers✦ is Raisinettes
I'm layin' low and chasin'✦ checks
'Cause when I blow, I'm finna✦ run the rap game like the FitnessGram Pacer✦ Test
[Verse 4: Don Pablito]
You niggas✦ can't check me, I hope your next move don't upset✦ me
Got fresh prints on this barrel,✦ in a suit like Jeffrey✦
I get you clean through your towel,✦ had to clean up the towns
For the beef we browse, like releasin' the hounds
Had the monkey✦ on the counter with his hands on his mouth
The other✦ monkey✦ for his ears so we ain't hearin'✦ you out
The third monkey✦ had his hands over✦ his eyes
So you can get buried✦ if you imply✦
I'm outta✦ the country where two can dine, now honey,✦ you can't deny✦
The shooters come in flurries like Curry✦ and Luka✦ Don
Now say hello✦ to the motherfuckin' Don
Tip toe, don't you come across that line (Don't die)
'Cause you just one of plenty✦ niggas,✦ I ain't any✦ nigga✦
Billion✦ dollars worth of silly✦ niggas,✦ we brought Gillie with us
That separate you from your mama✦ titty,✦ nigga✦
Jump up out the Bentley,✦ nigga,✦ better✦ sit up when you see the dealer✦