I'm just being mad honest
Gave you 16 to rap on this
Now it's my turn to black on it
Like I took a pic without flash on it
Be mad cautious
I'm in the cut like a back office
The weight of the world on my shoulders
And I'm still kicking sh*t with no back problems
Rich folks in my back pockets
And I'm way beyond tryna act modest
Seen whole squads I don't acknowledge
I'm bout cream like Bask' Robbins
Black veils, black bonnets
Graveyards full of black coffins
I'm killing sh*t, think you're Titanic
I'm an iceburg and you're Jack Dawson
Ooooh sh*t, you ever see this many black bosses
Mmmh, probably not, we're making all the white people act nauseous
Point blink I'm a fast target
Anarchist, mass carnage
Appetite for destruction
I encourage all ya'll to add sauces
Chain full of upside-down crosses
I'm back on it
Schoolin n*ggas like they at college
Still hotter than last August
Better grab faucets