Bitch niggas time is up Pack it up, clock ticking Fuck you cowards Never knew you God said I didn't No soul Vibe missing My job and your job different You get paid to kill culture God said it, I didn't You niggas disease to us Blood-sucking Mind shifting Hope you burn in hell, pussy God said it, I didn't Ain't no song about killing white boys With chops in it Just kill a nigga, kill a mmm Y'all said it, I didn't How you throw up that gang signs If you ain't from that side with it You ain't press no enemies You ain't push no lines in it Claiming another nigga's culture Who got family that died in it Y'all the worst type of nigga The hood said it, I didn't Dreaming of a million With a million distractions Pistol popping, peeling, and crashing Popping pills and then blacking Wheeling, dealing to stop the headaches Fuck Advil and Aspirin You can't feel a nigga's pain Just like we can't feel your passion From my project window All I see is commotion Do not prescribe me no Motrin Nigga, I need some motion Aye I ain't choose the fucking struggle Nigga, I arrived in it My environment will devour Your kind in five minutes You live in a box, you're locked in it They give you the plot to pop With all these promotional dollars dropped in it Ya rap persona and Glocks rented Ya bitches, ya niggas, ya drops rented The charts and billboard spots rented Ya number ones And another ones and the other ones Contrived, isn't it The phantom is nice, drive in it The pool is cool, dive in it Miles Davis or Clive Davis You talk jazz and jive with it Dear Mr. Black man Where the fuck is ya black plan? Thought hip-hop was black, damn God said it, I didn't All I hear is ballers, pimps Parlor tricks Politics Disgusting broads Cars and bricks I take ya bitch Flaunt ya bitch Sponsor trips Man, shut the fuck up With that garbage shit Your insecurity harbored in All them traps you keep Falling in Ya women wouldn't love you Unless there's money you're offering That masculine ass bitch only Softening for that car you're in Can't wait to hear What she call you when You're arguing When she targeting them facades you in All this shit is marketing Shotty sparking Bodies chalking Dead rapper inside a coffin Sign his ass, we got a bargain Y'all want me to write these bars Inside the margin Incite a riot Decide to march in Record labels Hi, I'm awesome Can you market me like Marshall or Walmart can be like Marshall's? Some of us get the right aid And others gotta be a target It's one manufactured script Spiderman vs Peter Parker My multiverse Spark the worst controversy disrespectfully Your majesty will tragically reverse ya shit's trajectory You are witnessing the history of hip-hop's Hysterectomy And who the fuck cut the umbilical cord Because your shit just don't connect for me You mean to tell me if I save my people You won't check for me But if I help enslave my people, then you write a check for me I could give a fuck about your rapping rapport Fuck a metaphor You made millions off the backs of the poor Media propaganda tricks the masses for sure Let's all applaud the machines for ya massive allure You ain't never traded bars with a master of war I leave ya brains on the ceiling and ya back on the floor I fight you all, put my back to the wall Laugh if I fall It be show and tell, nigga I'll go to hell with half of your skull Dear hip-hop, you a bitch that ain't romantic at all Let's try this again, a real nigga is back at ya door Now open up, slut, what you ain't got no manners at all Or you ain't got no man to buy you nice panties and bras? We moving furniture, all they did was damage ya walls Well, listen My shot is Curry And my handles Jamal My face up Melo And Ant-Man I channel them all By the way, I'm from the trenches Where the animals are If you lying to earn ya stripes You get handed ya scars I am the best rapper that ever walked on this planet thus far Mike, Jermaine, Marlon, Tito, Jackie, Randy, and all The Lox over strings Like Bob Marley playing the guitar Nina Simone Lena Horne He in a zone In a league of clones He on his own Leave him alone His features and tones Is Copper red Saponi Blackfoot Known for chopping heads I'm Dirt Red like clay earth I'm Dirt Red like baby birth Read like a bible verse I'm nice like ladies first If we work, pay me first If we lay a track together You get a Mercedes hearse That black magic made me curse I'll bear the cold on my back And wrap up the babies first Chief of the culture, nigga And nobody plays the turf I am here to bring the soul back That is my mission Machines running everything, that's why your mind's missing Slow the fuck down, homie Take your time, listen You niggas falling off God said it, I didn't And when you make it to that crib With the high ceilings Just don't do no shit you know your Spirit not feeling They couldn't break me Because I'm not willing All the heroes lied, that's how we got villains That's how we got villains All the heroes died How are we not villains?