Sometimes, you gotta pop out and show niggas Go get some bread—I ain't beefin' wit' no broke niggas Ayy, and even if it ain't no ho in him It ain't shit to put a hole in him Put him in a freezer, sub-zero—I done froze niggas Road, I had to put 'em in the dirt like a four-wheeler Who wanna battle for that bread? I see no bidders Every bar pause-worthy—I got no fillers My lyrics make you think for yourself, and that's why you feel slow Every line raw when I rap it—it's like I deal dope Album number one in the country—nigga, I'm still gold I did it independent, and pussies gon' need a dildo Niggas still hatin'—that's probably why you still broke Metal in my Timberland boots—nigga, I steel-toe I'ma slide—better stop wit' all that slick talk I'ma take yo' ass future when the stick talk (Stick talk) Jumper cables—watch the clips spark Blew him down; blood on him—tell him, "Crip walk" I'm different, I'm rare—man, this shit isn't fair .44s in my hand—call me Ric when it flare (Woo) Been in tune wit' my bros—nigga, Boondocks Put him on, gave him bows—nigga, Ong-Bak (Huh) That's movin' loud—nigga, boombox A buncha switches in this bitch like a fusebox They wanna play, they gotta pay—nigga, jukebox (Uh) Blew at his top like the soup's hot Ayy, air him out him like the room's hot Ayy, air him out like balloons popped (Uh) Team photo—get ya crew shot Lay him down—rest they soul like a shoebox Bad bitch say she love the way I doo-wop Screwdriver crazy—hammer in it like a toolbox Two states, I'm a certified hustler Big bread catch up wit' me like Mustard He kiss his bitch when my homienem just fucked her Ran a train on that bitch, no conductor If her name ain't Mo-Ney, I don't trust her Love my life—I can't lack while you lust her I ain't 12—I asked Nina how I cuffed her Always ridin' with that pipe like a muffler Mighty duster—I slid since a youngster With that stock, put him underground—bunker Pop his top, drop the bag on him—dumpster Turn yo' homie to a ghost on you busters Devil is a lie—never go against Allah You gon' get more than a sample if you niggas wanna try I was really goin' in, kickin' doors like SWAT Caught by 12 a couple times with the mop like Ja Pullin' up the pants, I'm cookin' 'em like pops Give it to him like he spoiled, leave a nigga out to rot Bartender get him shot, lick a nigga—it ain't scotch Twist his top like locs—he need help, not a spot Marty McFly—he gon' need more than a doc "Look up, Marlon! Say cheese!" We gon' send him up to pops Tell his dear mama someone hit him up—Pac Let 'em run they mouth 'til a nigga caught Up in traffic, had to blast 'em on the phone like a ox Smoke him like za—I'ma turn him into wop Give a nigga dome shots—we gon' see him on Fox And you know my niggas turnt like we seen a roadblock Honeys drippin'—they be on me like a beehive They been on a nigga heels where his feet lies Tell my haters, "Have a ball"—let 'em meat-ride MAC-10 in this bitch—where is T-Boz? Niggas know they gettin' aired when the heat rise He talkin' greasy—it ain't shit to get him deep-fried When niggas loud, I'ma smoke him—better be quiet Push my button, then it's on like a key fob Then I'm slidin' on they ass like I'm Levi's Bet they won't play that shit again—fuck a rewind They not like me They don't like me, because they not like me Ayy, they not like me They don't like me, because they not like me I'm a god, I'm a god, I'm a rap god I'm a god, I'm the God, I'm the rap god Ayy, uh, uh-uh-huh Ya favorite rapper couldn't fathom comin' that hard They not like me They don't like me, because they not like me, yeah Ayy, they not like me They don't like me, because they not like— Rap God MG shit, man You already know what the fuck it is, man Top Flow album on the way Gunz n Roses Pt. 2 on the way Rap God album out now, bitch Go get that Blrat