I can't relate to you nikkas, your shyt is not relatable
Grimiest of all time, that shyt is not debatable
Chopper wave at you
Your vest can't stop, when I'm poppin' the K in you
No matter what God you're prayin' to, I'm not gon' play with you (Nah)
This shyt is not for radio, I'm not complainin' though
Still headin' to the top, a spot they said was not obtainable
Because the way my face look from when them nikkas shot my cranial
Area, how I'm still livin'? That shyt is not explainable (Ha)
Free them nikkas locked in cages who was gettin' blocks of yayo through
Them the nikkas I jot my pages to
Them young nikkas with 30-shot Glocks to flame at you
nikkas who got multiple bodies before they was 20, I can name a few
Ayo, Machine, them nikkas not the same as you
Them nikkas playin' crazy but them nikkas not insane as you
bytch, I got HKs with lasers on the top to aim at you
bytch, I got AKs, I'm sprayin' boy, you not gon' make it through
Heard this old washed-up rap nikka was talkin' reckless
On the internet and shyt, that kinda shyt I don't respect it
Tell you once, leave my name off of your records
Like Nino, I will walk you through the 'jects, pump to your chin while you naked
I'm respected by the OGs, the gangstas, and paroles
That smoke the K2, they don't blow trees
But sniff 'til their nose bleed
Cut off your fukkin' wrist tryna get your Rollie
Them bytch nikkas know me, ha, yeah