[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Mr. Porter don't trust you, I'm gon' bust you, n***a
That thang pop, pop pop
Whatever, whatever, whatever
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Whatever, whatever
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
This that "your career's over" flow for real
This ain't four-wheeling, roll with coke, h**n, 'caine
Bone chilling, cold with no feelings
Bagging dope, dealing, Hov and no ceilings, Wayne
Started out like Nas, shoot gun, heavy is the head with the crown
Slaughterhouse, my mind's two tons, hardest out like John Q's son
And everything you say greasy and made up like a piece of cheesesteak
And everything I say come natural and a thing of beauty like Alicia Keys face
How can I be hated in the streets, when I'm on even on my off day
I'm creative when it's beef, while you throw salt, I'm your baby mama and them new salt bae
I'll a**ault they a la carte tray
Molotov through your restaurant window
Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll, Nickel Nine, Ricky Grimes
I'm silverster mind bender
I spark fours, that'll arch floors
That'll have whoever acting hardcore
Doing parkour, I'ma dog Porter
Brought the dog for, recording harsh thoughts for the art form
Taking me to your leader is like showing Chuck Norris where the gla** door is
While I'm just tryna stay outta jail
Last war I stay strapped for it
Y'all can run while the gats blowing
And if I miss your a**, then I guess you saved by the bell, like Zack Morris
I'm on bando time when I ride through cities
Before my time R.I.P. Bobby, Christie
Or Bobby, Whitney, flow K-Ci, JoJo
Let that Tech N9ne go KC, mojo
I don't stand my ground, I just demolish n***as
Simple you against me you ain't ridin' with me
b**h not only do I kiss and tell, I'm Orlando Brown when I describe them titties
I'm the rubberband man, but I do more than count bands
f** sipping 40 ounces, I'm sober out here, f**ing hoes like 40 oz Van
n***a I'm Pusha T doing quiet numbers, getting silent money, I'll retire from it, I don't dress loud, I throw the flyness on it
Let the labels talk and Desiigner mumble like Donald Trump
Throwing money hitting everybody and they auntie up
Trying to find someone to come perform for me 'fore I f** the whole entire country up
I'm the first one gunnin', last one runnin'
Too enlightened for a check (yeah)
Any rapper that want it, I'm Wack 100
Invite 'em to a scrap (yeah)
I narrow down sh** the Farrakhan way
You can find me anywhere the crime wave
I'm Schwarzenegger, you Sarah Conner
And your favorite rapper act like Eric Andre
Ryan's still alive, played nice 'cause the drama still flies
Even when you shoot your lil uzi vertical in broad day
Like you still tryna k** God
[Verse 2: Daylyt]
Beat me you would homes
Like a warm cabin, you're jabbin'
Light punches, I'm on yo hills like I'm arm scabbin'
War tactics, pedophile fore grabbin'
Got em fooled like grocery market overstockers
When I been Iron Man
Won't be markin' using n***as who step up his diet man
You know the diet man
Weight loss too much you know the diagram
It's the box of circles, got ya topic Urkel
I should hurt you, black and goth got the purple
You know we be flyin', I'll berserk the moon rocks with new Glocks, two shots
And feed em like a tube sock
News watch, live nine, heads well, who's not
[?], leads swell, cruise drop
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