Fuck your favorite rapper

Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper

Pac would be ashamed of you, niggas
Big wouldn’t shed a tear for you, niggas
Probably want to murder you all
No, this ain’t hip hop, dog, no

Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper

I’m in hell’s kitchen with the Lord’s mitten
Run and tell bishop I’m the Mel Gibson
Brave hearted nigga keeping rap living
Young legend, merry Christmas and the flow gifted
And I mean what I say
Not a game or a gimmick when you mention my name
Niggas pill popping and dancing too much in the game
Talking ‘bout your fortune and fame, y’all sounding the same
We need change, what happened to that real in the booth?
Let’s take it back to Queen’s Bridge, back when Naz was the truth
I’m talking every day struggle to good popping and juice
And to consumers who still assuming, this message for you

Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper

Pac would be ashamed of you, niggas
Big wouldn’t shed a tear for you, niggas
Probably want to murder you all
No, this ain’t hip hop, dog

Death around the corner ‘body’s gonna miss you
Boy, I tried to tell ‘em, they don’t wanna listen
King of the South, who got a problem with it?
I rebuild the building, make you come and visit
Let’s have a moment of silence
Compare me to a prison of violence
I’m a murderer, fucking murderer, I never heard of you
Kicking down the door, I took my chances like a burglar
Words of my momma about this drummer boy you ought to know
That’s a big difference between real rap and metaphor
Don’t get it twisted, I body them niggas, you know I’m the realest
You cannot refrain it, nigga, still

Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper

Pac would be ashamed of you, niggas
Big wouldn’t shed a tear for you, niggas
Probably want to murder you all
No, this ain’t hip hop, dog

I got what they missing, nigga, come and get it
How dare you think these niggas really competition?
Call a mortuary, make a reservation
Bar for bar, ruin niggas reputations
Hear my flow is the illest
Ain’t never had no feelings, I should visit the dentist
Niggas talking out of term, need a reality visit
Till somebody bring the karma, that’s for whom in attendance
You niggas finished, never could fuck with my coalition
You with me or you running, lil’ nigga, that’s your decision
Screaming, “Fuck em!” till it ain’t no opposition
In here is what I think of they listing the names missing
PSA bitches

Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper
Fuck your favorite rapper

Pac would be ashamed of you, niggas
Big wouldn’t shed a tear for you, niggas
Probably want to murder you all
No, this ain’t hip hop, dog, no