T-shirts and Buddens, this a fukking warning shot
Rap nikkas wanna talk, I leave with your jaw dropped
Lil B for lil' boss, big talk, get your head cracked
I'm from the hood, nikkas terrorist with no head wraps
Westside gangsta connected to the mob
Connected to the Roc like I'm J Cole
Shoot like I'm Steve Nash, 4-5 tuck with my weed stash
You fukking with a robbing ex killa, get your knees cracked
Internet got you thinking that you is a God
Real hip-hop over here, blood and tears over here
No bytch over here, bad bytches over here
No p*ssy over there, pump it up you're a queer
Tryna diss me when you got a fukking full beard
Sit down old man your back about to blow out
My rap like a gold mine, studying my dope rhymes
Rawest rapper in the game, it's like I'm sniffing coke lines
Losing all your hair Joe, think you need rogaine
Joe Budden Joe booty, what the fukk is yo name
Shut the fukk up with those depressing ass songs
It's the summer time, get some fukking p*ssy and go home