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Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
... And I don't like y'all anyway
fk all y'all!!
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Whattup homie
Even girls who don't know me
... They wanna blow me
Cause the s**t I floss wit sayin a lot for me
Verse One
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fk now
I'll Serve anybody like who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, capsules come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
who hustle for me, they dont even stash crack
They keep it on 'em, right there in they as* crack
When I don't like a nigg*, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fkin head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
I'm that nigg* that sold coke, the nigg* thats so dope
The nigg* that shot Dice went broke to So So
The thug that pop s**t, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole brick
nigg* ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
Hook
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (fk around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)
Verse Two
Y'all don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigg* but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" s**t
Unless he say she say she on my d*ck
It's no coincidence, who fk wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cause tried to blaze me once
In the hood they like, "d*mn, 50 really spitted on 'em"
"You heard that s**t?" "Yeah, 50 really on 'em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play your part son
Hook
Verse Three
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up Wooo!
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, you better watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this s**t now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we d*mn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigg*, one (one)
Hook
Y'all don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six.
