I strike like the guy the, guy from Al-Qaeda Story of my life the outsiders cause the money divide us But really the hate comes from inside us I wanna be rich too, make spics envy like Ridaz So I took out the Lexus, cats talk sh** through they chirp on the Nexus How can he possess it? I'm paying it monthly but you don't know that so you grumpy Planning to slump me but hold this You will get blown to bits as long as I have ownership of this 4-5th You will get minimized, to the point you too can have a ride That Hot Wheels collection is finally your size If you don't test my temper, you won't meet your demise Even if you play it cool I'll f** you up cause I'm a horrible guy With durable nines and what's inserted inside Will search the confines of your dome Release the bullet let it find its way home Why can't we all just get along Homie I despised you since high school If you went to Mark Twain I'd hate you since grade school I mean if we were both babies and our moms happened to be friends I could tell you're shady, soon as you crawl in my playpen Don't get me wrong, I know you hate me just as much as I do Sometimes you automatically know who your rivals And the main distinction, is the friction The static that leads to a motherf**ing murder conviction Sitting in the pen, that's a rapper's dream With nothing but rhymes and rap magazines sh**, that sounds like heaven to me So think about that before stepping to me But you on the other hand, spend time huddled in the can Think we both understand you'll end up as Bubba's man My record substantial, a villain a vandal You point the finger at me, I beat your face with a handful Yo, it's the kid with the flow from the Bronx Why can't we all just get along