Yeah, we back
Back in Muhammad crib n***a, top floor, the back room with just the one little small window n***a
The light be coming through it in the morning, old a** walls and sh**
But it’s just like I remember, just like I wanted it
Yeah I’m working, yeah I’m working n***a
Look, it’s the return of the Mr. burn s**ers
Not herpes infested, just perfectly blessed with
A style that you can’t F with, protection recommended
‘Cause Cole the definition of weapon that can end it
You know, ma** destruction when I mash the button
Now take your favorite major rapper, left them independent
Crying in the corner cause I ain’t into sorta
Kinda, dissing n***as
I’m borderline addicted to slaughter
Line up n***as in order of who you think can really f** with me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don’t duck then he ghost
Ain’t no need for discussion, if they weren’t talking ’bout the bread these motherf**ers be toast
Clap at the fake deep rappers, the OG gatekeep rappers, the would you take a break please rappers
A bunch of words and ain’t saying sh** I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur 8 week rappers
Lil “whatever”, just another short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers
Get exposed standing next to 6″4 rappers
The streets don’t f** with you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man you hipster rappers
I reload the clip then I hit more rappers with that
Straight sh**ting on these piss-poor rappers
I’m back
(laughs)
Never knew a n***a that was better, revenue I’m good at getting cheddar
Reminisce on days I didn’t eat, if it’s meant to be then it’ll be
If it’s not then f** it I will try, ain’t no need to ask the Father why, no
‘Cos one day everybody’s gotta die, one day everybody’s gotta die, oh
One day everybody’s gotta die, one day everybody’s gotta die
My n***a, my n***a