Shit, them popped off, the knockoff's get knocked out
The top boss, I sock in your snap mouth
Do not cross, I'll have you licking hot sauce
Slay to the corner, they gonna bring the chalk off
In H-Town, put them drops out, top off
Slop chop, I'm ridin' getting topped off
Tell them cowards, tryna drop out, stop now
200 MC's, you bums getting boxed out
Look, I'm Nino Man, that Harlem get 'em, you all know
They don't care who around, I stand out like bardo
I'm in the Carlo with on's big as Kentaro
Even the fars know it's poppin' like Jack Harlow
They don't wanna put in work, they just want the benefits
I was using benefits, trappin' out of the tournaments
Thought they said it was it cause they keep on tellin' me
Caught red-handed, I was still jackin', I'm innocent
If you wanna talk it out, I'm guessin' it all matters
And we can chop it up like some masses in jackhammers
First aids pile, we knew what the game had us
Like the first piece of pussy we ever got on a mattress
Had it out rollin', it started, you better watch me
A hundred few cons in my own Luke-a-Braust
And they worse than them Nazis was
I got my finger on the button, care to stop the bus
Put the tape on the Glock and load up a fresh click
I sample the yayo in a spot, hoes are the best Nip
I ran through every maze on the block
I know when to step quick, you set trip
I take off the locks and make sure you septed
It's hard when you try to do right and get hit
But God should've took Lil Nas X and left Nip
Fuck it, just listen to the best bit
Eight bars done turn into a death wish
"Run It!" ain't nothin' to mess with
Roll out the red carpet, let's get it started
You retarded, bitch, my shoes cause she an apartment
I paint pictures, you calling these hoes artists
Said she gon' blow in the game, I'm thinking cartridge
Na, they get nervous when they hear I'm droppin'
Is gloves on when they come to punches between by friends
We ain't even associates, ain't attendin' college
I be murderin' shit, I need a Johnnie Cochran
Look at your clothes, dawg, I got more clothes than you
Listen to your flow, them broads got more flows than you
You chrome hoes, but them whores get more hoes than you
What about shows, my cars get more shows than you
I'm 60, nigga, swing on me, you can't hit me, nigga
I'm in your face like a buck fifty, nigga
Mister Black on Black, crime with a turf on grind
When I stick your head in your ass
Then you have some hot shit on your mind
Mentally, I'm grown, don't put me back in that space
When I reach, I put the scalpel and put in back in your face
Where I pop out the shadows with the barrel is big
Where I show up and hug your mother after the wait
My caliber great, they gotta know, hutch with a mind
Shit, diamond know, that's how I roll
Fast schooler, hard knocks, I attend, made out of roll
Shoota, I'm the most silent fact rapper's gold
Bars unexpectional, shows unexpectable
You opening up the job ward at the next fire fest
20, 20, 10, never work with Dirty Dan
Five am, we the cats dining with the early bird
Early nerd, cause nerds rule the world, nigga
We're just people in the world as nerds, check Forbes, nigga
Drop a slug in the state, straight out the Nas
Pill a pussy, get out the real, Bill Cosby
This is for the culture, nigga, on of them
But they be like, "Why Kay Slay let this DJ rhyme again?"
Let me set the record straight, I done wrote bars for artists
That you consider great, the hardest are the softest
Yeah, female too, I don't discriminate
Depending on they head game, they probably got a better rate
That makes the money stop, yeah, but the royalties generate
Still to this day, one of the illest DJs
