[Intro] Yeah Ah [Verse] I'm 'bout to snatch your crown You got a little buzz, bitch, you could thank me now You was never on your grind, all you did was whine Gimme my roses now, I ain't even in my prime When you rap, bitches be like, "This the sh*t I don't like" They be singing, "You don't even sound right" F*ck who don't like me You know I be where the thugs and the dyke be Oh, you got a shooter? Better tell 'em to pipe me B*tch, I'm with the wolves, better tell 'em to bite me You know that I'm gangsta, why you tryin' to play with me? Ain't a b*tch in the world who could play with me You need a gang just to f*ck with me F*ck around and be a bang if you f*ck with me Ayy, listen here, bitch, it ain't a diss track But just be clear, b*tch, if I ever get back You know that I rap like a n*gga from the hood But you rap like a b*tch who ain't never been good I never heard your sh*t on the radio The hood never bump your sh*t in the stereo You really not good And your sh*t don't sound good So I'ma tell you like this, you better stop playin' with me 'Cause if you diss, you gon' die playin' with me They ain't never put no one above me If I see you in the streets, you gon' hug me [Verse 2] I seen better setups at the pawn shop You got cold feet, and your rhymes all socks You get long-tongued on the Gram, though This the Pangaea you could never handle G.O.A.T. of your little world, you so well-mannered All my verse is the truth, your people still tell fables Couldn't walk a mile in my open-toe sandals Put you on a track, and it sounds like back vocals Euthanize you, get to you and your homies later Chopper hit his neck, that n**** scream like Fantasia And, boy, you get no broads, that n**** too hella late And the n**** you worship know I been the greatest You not f***in' with a single verse that I lay down I swear, this ho sayin' everything but my name now Papi don't preach, I call the "Father, Son, Holy" trinity And it's still just little old me [Chorus] Yeah, what's it gonna be? Is you gon' smoke the pipe, or you gon' leave? I'm the one you cannot believe And it's still just little old me Yeah, what's it gonna be? Is you gon' smoke the pipe, or you gon' leave? I'm the one you cannot believe And it's still just little old [Verse 2] [MC1] Talk that tough sh*t, b*tch, your bark on a lease though I'm the whole damn storm, you a puddle with an ego Say my name, watch the whole room switch sides You a cheap-ass headline, I'm the reason sh*t ride Lil' weak threat? B*tch, I wear it like a chain Then I break your whole image with a bar to the brain You built on hype, I'm facts with the proof Every slick-ass line get buried by the truth Yell "queen" all day, that's a costume you borrow I was born with the crown, b*tch, yours gone tomorrow [MC2] Fuck that crown, ho, it's crooked on your dome I'm the locksmith, b*tch, kickin' in your throne You a loud-ass post, I'm the one they quote Every verse you drop barely keep that sh*t afloat Talk slick, but your blade too dull to cut I carve names in the game while you pray for luck You can't out-talk me, can't out-spit me either Leave the whole damn crowd screamin' when I leave ya You recycled as f*ck, I'm pressure in the flesh I make petty hoes panic, make the real ones confess Talkin' "birthright"? B*tch, that's fantasy rap I bury your whole pride then laugh over the map [MC1] Source of the smoke, you the watered-down clone Every bar I throw hit, yours die on the phone You got loud-ass lungs but no venom to match Just a fake-ass image and a weak-ass act Peel your whole facade till the mask hit dirt Leave your confidence bleedin' underneath that shirt You keep swingin' at ghosts, I'm the body they fear Every spot you walked in, b*tch, I already was here Don't scream "real" with that copycat style I'm a razor with rhythm, leave your face in denial All teeth, no bite, all cap, no heat I'm the reason your fans keep switchin' to me [MC2] Lesson? Motherf*cker, I'm the test and the grade You rehearse for applause, I leave careers in a grave Slice through your swagger with a sideways grin Watch your whole fake empire cave from within Keep yellin' your name, I don't need your fame I'm the spark in the dark that'll burn your claim Your bars got cushions, mine got blades in the seams Rip your whole damn ego right out the dreams Call me a remix? B*tch, you expired instead Discount-ass gangster with delusions in your head I ain't chasin' your lane, I'm paving my own Now the crowd yell "body!" every time that I'm on.
