[Verse 1]
You ignorant or your confidence got you thinking you can box with the God
Your feet ain't that fast neither your arms that long
Your metaphors is outdated
Your flows ain't that strong
Your words is too weak
What ya write is too wrong
In my mind is something a rap head could get his fix on
Like my thoughts laced with heron
I must bear on
Even when my vision gets hairy
Even though I don't really like to bear arms
Do your little videos with your crew
Insult the girls in your songs like that's what you do
It's like they trying to shoot hoes, just to outdo the truth
But surprise, it turns out that I probably popped two
Ooo
Open the door stupid
(Reggie's home)
Bumpin' "Mafia" off my (mobile phone)
(Grab your chrome)
Cats think cause they (shine ain't on)
I must duck down the pound like Oprah's gone
Now these cats trying to bail out
Shoot down the camp now
All bullets will stand down
Trying to act foul?
Whole crews will get aired out
Like
When you
Open a 50 cent bag in front of your grams house
Who you kidding, bring your grams out
I rap with a flow c**aine raw
Rip your whole brain off
You cats is soft
I ain't gotta prove my mettle
You know I'm hard enough, I don't need the ruger to test you
Something about your character don't add up
Put some more strength in your stature boy its time to man up
And that's comin from me, n***a please
You say you a "G", but all I see is guns at ease
Ya wa*kstas opt to not get in beef
Cause ya know your lines won't hold up in the streets
Cats is talking like they gon do something
Till we see em out the booth and they prove that they frontin'
So if you chose to avoid real substance
Stop bluffin'
Cause we know you really bout nothing
Homies better stick to the yappin'
Cause if you a k**er, lemme see you pick up the hammer
If you realer, let me hear you spit my name so I can put these verbs to work and tear you out your frame
Its not a game
Playing like you gon settle a score
Plus, we know i've heard it all before