What’s The Word (TWENTY NINE) lyrics

[Chorus]
Said what's the word
b*tch all my n*ggas living like dogs
f*ck what you heard
How the f*ck can I remain calm
It gets absurd
Need my mozzarella, grey poupon
b*tch don't get hurt
Put that n*gga in the f*cking E.R

[Verse 1]
I'm feeling that tension building, pressure mount on my shoulders like boulders n*gga
Grip is like a boa constrictor, controlling the limits
I'm opening up the blinds, I had to broaden my perspective
Living in treacherous, the recklessness, the devious deceptiveness
I'm taking it back to '09 with the way that I move
Can't trust these dudes, these n*ggas dressing like they Moulin Rouge
The RuPaul crew is filled with n*ggas softer than you
Rapper's pussies, n*ggas 'bout as hard as To Wong Foo
So who hard, who?
You think we ain't alert, n*gga we been prepared
Still aware, you dance around the issues like you Fred Astaire
Can't compare, we was in the game and you was never there
Missing in f*cking action, you was absent motherf*cker

[Chorus]
Said what's the word
b*tch all my n*ggas living like dogs
f*ck what you heard
How the f*ck can I remain calm
It gets absurd
Need my mozzarella, grey poupon
b*tch don't get hurt
Put that n*gga in the f*cking E.R
[Verse 2]
I'm incomparable, the missing variable
A non-conformist smoking Caribou, your sh*t is terrible
I can't complain, I made a player move
Won't play the post then rebound dog
I'm towering over peers, the Bill Laimbeer, avoid freefalls
A steady trajectory, it's upwards while your sh*t see-saw
Inertia, this ain't the first or last time that you heard of
The word from, experience n*gga nah you never had none
Supplying some dope I feel like Ronald Reagan
We giving them hope to lean on, no Morgan Freeman
I'm pushing this sh*t all over the world, yeah b*tch I freelance for every season
Not turning a cheek, can't let no bygones be gone
n*gga we stacking for 2030 in the backyard so the money is dirty b*tch

[Chorus]
Said what's the word
b*tch all my n*ggas living like dogs
f*ck what you heard
How the f*ck can I remain calm
It gets absurd
Need my mozzarella, grey poupon
b*tch don't get hurt
Put that n*gga in the f*cking E.R