These rappers laughable like a Tiffany Haddish show
You know who the champ is bro
This warriors vs raptors flow
Turn ya lil wave to some sand where the cactus grow and snap ya throat
And the Raps you wrote n***** lack to promote
I'm Mayweather jabbin' while ya back to the rope
Collapse to the floor
No match for the goat
You Action I'm Ghost
Ya casket is closed
Fly n**** from the hat the soles
The glasses and clothes attracting the hoes
Im fashionable like African gold
Whip rappers like masters or some crack on the stove
You panicked and froze
I'm bad to the bone
Leave rappin' alone
I'm like a Stockton pass to Malone
I sat in throne
And answered the Pope in a palace in Rome
*Phone call with the pope*
I ain't new to this
You bite the lines like tuna fish and chew the shit like Gordon Ramsey threw a dish
You Popeyes I'm Ruths Chris
Threw a fist at ya tooth and ribs
Don't disrespect me in this music biz
You know what I do to kids
(You know)
Just think what KRS had to do to the bridge
And what the Juice Crew had to do to just live
I still eat rappers like food in the fridge
Imma student of a Pac a student of BIG
Got six shots but I'll put two in ya wig
I chase rappers in a Jason mask hit em with a blade and stab
Six feet beneath blades of grass is where they lay ya ass
And when I'm done with you ain't no DJ gone wanna play ya trash
Subtracting wack artists is just some basic math
Show you how to get a better grade if you take a class face the wrath I'll be the hands that drown you when take a bath
Put rappers to sleep no weed naps
No multiple choice when I put lead
In letter D hats
Squeeze back
40s and 9s put you on knee cap
Still put roses on rappers Big Boi and 3 stacks
In this game you n***** my son
Phoenix with Steve Nash
Three jabs turn ya skin color jersey Kareem had
AntBell - Death Sentence Lyrics
AntBell - Death Sentence Lyrics
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These rappers laughable like a Tiffany Haddish show
You know who the champ is bro
This warriors vs raptors flow
Turn ya lil wave to some sand where the cactus grow and snap ya throat
And the Raps you wrote n***** lack to promote
I'm Mayweather jabbin' while ya back to the rope
Collapse to the floor
No match for the goat
You Action I'm Ghost
Ya casket is closed
Fly n**** from the hat the soles
The glasses and clothes attracting the hoes
Im fashionable like African gold
Whip rappers like masters or some crack on the stove
You panicked and froze
I'm bad to the bone
Leave rappin' alone
I'm like a Stockton pass to Malone
I sat in throne
And answered the Pope in a palace in Rome
*Phone call with the pope*
I ain't new to this
You bite the lines like tuna fish and chew the shit like Gordon Ramsey threw a dish
You Popeyes I'm Ruths Chris
Threw a fist at ya tooth and ribs
Don't disrespect me in this music biz
You know what I do to kids
(You know)
Just think what KRS had to do to the bridge
And what the Juice Crew had to do to just live
I still eat rappers like food in the fridge
Imma student of a Pac a student of BIG
Got six shots but I'll put two in ya wig
I chase rappers in a Jason mask hit em with a blade and stab
Six feet beneath blades of grass is where they lay ya ass
And when I'm done with you ain't no DJ gone wanna play ya trash
Subtracting wack artists is just some basic math
Show you how to get a better grade if you take a class face the wrath I'll be the hands that drown you when take a bath
Put rappers to sleep no weed naps
No multiple choice when I put lead
In letter D hats
Squeeze back
40s and 9s put you on knee cap
Still put roses on rappers Big Boi and 3 stacks
In this game you n***** my son
Phoenix with Steve Nash
Three jabs turn ya skin color jersey Kareem had
You know who the champ is bro
This warriors vs raptors flow
Turn ya lil wave to some sand where the cactus grow and snap ya throat
And the Raps you wrote n***** lack to promote
I'm Mayweather jabbin' while ya back to the rope
Collapse to the floor
No match for the goat
You Action I'm Ghost
Ya casket is closed
Fly n**** from the hat the soles
The glasses and clothes attracting the hoes
Im fashionable like African gold
Whip rappers like masters or some crack on the stove
You panicked and froze
I'm bad to the bone
Leave rappin' alone
I'm like a Stockton pass to Malone
I sat in throne
And answered the Pope in a palace in Rome
*Phone call with the pope*
I ain't new to this
You bite the lines like tuna fish and chew the shit like Gordon Ramsey threw a dish
You Popeyes I'm Ruths Chris
Threw a fist at ya tooth and ribs
Don't disrespect me in this music biz
You know what I do to kids
(You know)
Just think what KRS had to do to the bridge
And what the Juice Crew had to do to just live
I still eat rappers like food in the fridge
Imma student of a Pac a student of BIG
Got six shots but I'll put two in ya wig
I chase rappers in a Jason mask hit em with a blade and stab
Six feet beneath blades of grass is where they lay ya ass
And when I'm done with you ain't no DJ gone wanna play ya trash
Subtracting wack artists is just some basic math
Show you how to get a better grade if you take a class face the wrath I'll be the hands that drown you when take a bath
Put rappers to sleep no weed naps
No multiple choice when I put lead
In letter D hats
Squeeze back
40s and 9s put you on knee cap
Still put roses on rappers Big Boi and 3 stacks
In this game you n***** my son
Phoenix with Steve Nash
Three jabs turn ya skin color jersey Kareem had