...rappers are;
How does he keep gettin' away with these lines;
Is Black Girl Lost or shorty Owe You for ice?
He was raised by this woman...where did he hear that word? (no dis' to ma-dukes)
I thought Drake didn't battle...
I can't even hate Drake
He winnin' and these rappers just won't
How does he keep gettin' away with these lines;
I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards
You probably wouldn't lose a single rapper
Anything happen to pop then I got you like Uncle Phil
Weezy been on that edge, you nikkas just need to chill
If anything happen to pop, might pop a nikka for real

nikkas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter
Yeah, that's cause I'm headed to the bank, nikka
He was raised by this woman...where did he hear that word? (no dis' to ma-dukes)

Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
But if I stay in the shyt, there's a bunch of corpses
I thought Drake didn't battle...
You awlready know. I wish theyd just let young ni--as live respect always,
I can't even hate Drake
He winnin' and these rappers just won't
