[JID:]
You don't give a damn, then we don't give a fu*k
On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all pussy ni**as to buck
Still starving, ribs touching
Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen bu*tons
Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin'
Alright
sh*t talk and slick talk
Pissed off, stick talk
Diss track, get mad
Rap ni**as big trash
Your squad, my squad
Mismatched, pissants
Cheese chase, gym rats
Picture paint, Rembrandts
Tree trunk, thin branch
I leave, come back
This fall, diss all y'all ni**as I came up with
My, what a bit of a change up
These ni**as lame, we in minimal danger
I got the banger, just give me the next
My ni**a put me in the game and I'm ready to flame, I'm anxious
Put the motherfu*kin' bank on it
[J. Cole:]
Big nuts hangin', big bucks bringin', fu*k 'em all
No s*ut shamin', money in the Cayman, I'm appalled
ni**as swear they bangin', feds got 'em singin on the squad
Crack rock slangin' on blacktop pavement, tryna ball
Line 'em up on the wall, three deep, final call
Knee-deep, squeeze three, beep beep, Tylenol
Pulled up, one deep, no squad, just me
Just God, no prob', real ni**as tend to fu*k wit' me
No jewelry, no stunt for me
Just a Bentley truck, and an empty cup of whatever that is
You too concerned 'bout how clever that is
Me, I'm concerned how much bread that it is
Or letters that it is
I been got my mama, I'll get off of this
I'm fu*king the game, you ni**as is lame
You won't even get a little head out of this
Bet I'ma miss, you ni**as is dense, my hits goin' over the fence
How is you ni**as so rich? I'm not so convinced, my wrist costin' more than your whip
And I don't wear that no more, that sh*t there look tacky
Yeah, I'm the G.O.A.T., no ni**a, don't at me
Put on your coat, the world gon' get colder
This is my year, don't say I ain't told you, ni**a
[JID:]
You don't give a damn, then we don't give a fu*k
On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all pussy ni**as to buck
Still starving, ribs touching
Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen bu*tons
Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin'
[Vince Staples:]
Ayy, ayy, ni**a, ayy, ayy
Ayy, yo, uh-uh
Ayy, yo
Ayy, ain't this that, um...
Ayy, ain't this the Dreamville sh*t? This the, um...
I had a dream, I had a Glock, I had a beam, run it back
I had a dream, she in Celine, I'm in Supreme, run it back
Y'all had the dream, I had the guap, I hit the green, run it back
Ready to go, ready to score, ready for war, run it back
I'm finna bring the summer back
I'm finna bring the Hummer back
Snuck my gun in the function
I bust, he not coming back
Dummy racks, hundred stacks
Police killed 'bout a hundred blacks
Don't get killed tryna run a lap
ni**a don't get killed tryna run a...