I get on my 'I don't give a fukk' kit
fukk the money, fukk the wealth,
fukk your label, fukk your lyrics,
You sit on a fukking shelve,
Lava so if ain't in the topic of the constant, the discussion fell
Tell the bytch that this dikk game ain't no suck-itself
nikka, I ain't no rapper I'm a mercenary
Every verse I bury, some will blame it on the perks I carry
Been in disguise when I failed or I lost
But they won't know I'm a god until I'm nailed on the cross
And these rappers is a mess, sad is if they best
Magnum to their chest, they could piss me
It won't matter what they said
They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success
And maybe bring me some nikkas that would rather me with less
My advice for the fukk boys: make some hard improvements
Career at a standstill how you gonna start a movement
Slaughterhouse the gang take part in what we doing
Or get steamed rolled over nikka pardon the intrusion
budden got sicker rhyme schemes >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>