[Hook:]
These n***as ain't bigger than me
These n***as ain't Nas ain't Jigga to me
These n***as ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These n***as ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These n***as ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
n***as talking that sh**, bout the new generation
Man f** these n***as, I'll slash your f**ing faces
You n***as ain't sold sh**, not an album or a rock
p**y n***a putting rings on my old b**h
Dick down the throat a** n***as
Old ho' a** n***as
Happy cause you went gold a** n***as
These n***as ain't spitting with me
You ain't sicker than me
f** out my section you ain't sitting with me
This for very important people
It's clear that we not equal
Clear you n***as f*ggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherf**er?
Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherf**er
California throne and I'm the King on this motherf**er
I don't wanna hear it
Weak a** lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we gon feel it
Old lost a** n***as
Voice crack when you talk a** n***as
Rolling blunts for them boss a** n***as
I came in with Ye', Jeezy and boss a** n***as
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft a** n***as
Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that sh**
May you Rest in Piss, you f** n***as
Aye, Frank Ocean go ahead and f** these n***as (yeah they f** n***as)
Ain't no 3 stacks in your cla**
Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your a**, b**h boy
n***as already f**ed your b**h, you b**h boy
And every time you kiss your b**h you s** my dick, b**h boy
And when you buy that ho a bag that b**h carry my bricks, b**h boy
I was in the Double-XL
Red Chucks round my neck
I was the G in the Unit
Had Buck in my set, word to the rhymes
Had Bust a bust around my set
Gave Who Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set
I'm from Compton
Where the glocc can't f** with that tech
That's on bompton
40 Glocc got socked in his neck
This a spawn in the flesh
f** all these p**ys, give me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre told me
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's all 'bout
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er
[Hook]
Eh Frank Ocean go ahead and f** these f** n***as
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**er
Drop your single, I drop dreams on that motherf**er
I should let my daughter scream on this motherf**er
The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherf**er
Ride out
Blood money, we gon' ride out
Ride out
And don't think I won't send six n***as to your hide out
Rich Gang