These niggas ain't bigger than me These niggas ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me These niggas ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me These niggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me These niggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me Niggas talking that shit 'bout the new generation, man Fuck these niggas, I'll slash your fucking faces
You niggas ain't sold shit, not an album or a rock Pussy nigga putting rings on my old bitch Dick down the throat ass niggas, old ho' ass niggas Happy cause you went gold ass niggas These niggas ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than me Fuck out my section you ain't sitting with me This for very important people, it's clear that we not equal Clear you niggas faggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers Like "ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherfucker? Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherfucker California throne and I'm the King on this motherfucker I don't wanna hear it – weak ass lyrics Crying on the hook, thinking we gon' feel it Old lost ass niggas, voice crack when you talk ass niggas Rolling blunts for the boss ass niggas I came in with 'Ye, Jeezy and boss ass niggas Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass niggas Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that shit May you Rest in Piss, you fuck niggas, eh Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck these niggas (Yeah, they fuck niggas) Ain't no 3 stacks in your class Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy
Niggas already fucked your bitch, you bitch boy And every time you kiss your bitch you suck my dick, you bitch boy And when you buy that ho a bag that bitch carry my bricks, you bitch boy
I was in the XXL, Red Chucks 'round my neck I was the G in the Unit, had Buck round my set Word to the rhymes [?] had Busta bust round my set Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set I'm from Compton where that Glock can't fuck with that Tec That's some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck This a spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit reset Five in the chest, I'm Makaveli the Don in the vest Don't say "What's up" when you see me, you a pussy nigga Stranget, fake ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy Fake ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the pawn shop Nigga better rob Jack and Flav for his alarm clock Speaking of time, how much more 'til the Game drop So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my name drops I been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog house Fuck all these pussys, give me any name to call out Left Aftermath, Dre told me ball out Stunna put me on a private jet then we balled out Landed in Miami, met some bitches ate 'em all out Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's all 'bout "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker
These niggas ain't bigger than me These niggas ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me These niggas ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me These niggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me These niggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me Niggas talking that shit 'bout the new generation, man Fuck these niggas, I'll slash your fucking faces
Frank Ocean go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker "Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker Drop your single, I drop dreams on that motherfucker I should let my daughter scream on this motherfucker The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherfucker Ride out Blood money, we gon' ride out Ride out And don't think I won't send six niggas to your hide out Rich GangTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
