It's a million motherfuckers out there that support this raw shit It's slaughter house shit All the time I'm thinking Hoping my true motherfuckers know That the house gang will never fall, never fall! Against all odds I'm in my studio getting blow The rap niggas is all I saw! How I end up here? Got the blueprint for Biggie and Ozz Ghetto niggas go and pack them like the 50s and jazz It's against all odds, should have been a gift shop broads New niggas out here dressing like Nickie Minaj Selling their soul to make it wealthy Wearing women shirts on, and denim skirts on Instagram taking selfies I celebrate the minute you die And I'll be here after the firework (5th of July!) Here lies a fictional writer, considered a liar Always rapping about trapping, Or what an actress did on the wire Then they ask me why I'm rapping like a killer for higher Some niggas lock my homies in a trunk, And lead it on fire! You can hear my life pain in the way I spit They don't give a fuck if a DJ play my shit I like my shit, put it in the club! Hide my shit, I write my shit, real niggas recite my shit In their labour they owe me, that ain't no least agreement Please believe it, I got you on your knees and screaming Looking like you're in a navy with a cold Cause their dick so far up your ass, hoe! You sneeze and see me Then they put you on a single with the same niggas On man, you're just a bunch of lame niggas, yeah! You're hot now, but holler with a shit ass If I don't feel the music, I ain't rapping with your bitch ass! And I bet I still won't come around broke Riffles spitting hollow tits right of this hundred round broke When I'm barely six feet deep, coping internal shit And all makes sense, I'll be the underground go nigga. Syllable king, lyrical drink, niggas be like typical means I'm killing your dreams! Pop you in your bed dosing My shooters come out the closet quick as Frank Ocean Got you! I'm looking at these lyric system them all I'm taking you niggas to lyrical training You ain't in my leaning I'm giving a fuck if you think you're a star The bigger they are, the harder they fall I slip when I set the Apocalypse off! Shots kill it off, your life will get off And it will be your own fault Remember you're on road Like a bitch with a dildo, you're digging your own hoe! West Coast, my kingdom is there! I've been underground for years You think I would care Cause main stream You'll be counting with one hand Still have a middle finger to spare Fuck 'em! I ain't hating, I'm just telling the truth When I see a real MC, I tell them,