I can't breathe again Demand seasoning The man's reaching I'm so cold like Pam and Gina [?] Yo, Angelina Jolie can fulfill my fantasy And then I plant my seed and then Stay and leave it in And either win Her man creepin' in I say "Fam, leave again" while my hand see his chin Goddamn seek revenge And her man [?] to win I guess ants in my pants Got a tan wheat, the Timbs She gon' blow the King like Lance Stephenson Pause Fam speak again Nah, it can't be the end Even my nigga Marcus said I can't your friend Get it? Marcus Camby can't be your friend And it's a double dare like Bamby with twins Jimmy Fox Show, oh, you fancy with them Fly so much I'm like "Are we landing again?" Plan the agenda Man we Avengers And we defend from the land of the sinners And we them niggas With the E-R of course Got my feet off the porch I'ma need all the horse [?] deport Ain't gon' leave y'all the torch Ain't gon' see y'all in court I'ma pee on your fort I could eat off the floor You would pee on the dork Sellin' weed off a sport Killin' seed, all abort Jay and Be gone, divorce Jokes on me of course Throw me the award Frontin' like you been fuckin' with this You Isaiah Thomas with' the Cavs, just gettin' hip Which rapper should I snuff? Say "Wassup" Should I diss? No MCs in Atlanta that's come up with the list Got CyHi, Quentin Miller, Translee Scotty ATL, EarthGang, J.I.D [?], Nick Grant, and Money Makin Neek And yeah, let's save the best for last, it's, uh, me Who wanna battle for the bread and the bag against me? Who got Birdman to wire that cash? That's right, me I'm back at it, y'all This rap's Barry Bonds I might run up on Tuma for RapCaviar Just kidding, just kidding Tuma my nigga Deadline, nigga It's over Salt Bay on 'em, Salt Bat on 'em