[Intro]
(And now Vic Spencer)
Man n***as love when I spit that shit
Feel me
Uh

[Verse 1]
This rap shit weak
I damn near hate all of you n***as seriously
I’m furious G
The switch siders are like White Castle sliders
Eat ‘em then they got gas and you can’t sit by them (Ew)
Prove to me that you are better than me
Because money don’t make you better
FYI you a lame n***a with the gooku cheder
Add on the fact that you look like a Gordon Setter (Barkl)
I hate when people look at my shoes
Get off my dick son of a bitch your ass gon’ lose
You n***as whoring for bread
Not waiting on the eclipse I’m going to bed
Chain smoking
You can see my thoughts cause my brain open
My eyes glisten from weed
I know a n***a that load guns while he listen to R&B
I wasn’t put on this Earth to be understood
So I’d rather put the whole globe under some wood
This game never wants an older person to be in the league
Gatekeepers talk shit like they asses achieved
But when I talk my shit panties go in a bunch
The hoe in the front of the too cool video stepped on my Timbs
Now I wanna put the fucking hoe in the trunk
Counting the paper I been holding for months
Body the beat, body the record, body the freak
Fuck a bitch on a stretcher
Some of us think we so bright
Some of us still believe
We smoke it like we kill for trees
My n***a light that shit
I write cold bars they bite my shit
Where’d all the supporters go
Y’all n***as used to like my shit
I stopped doing records with rappers that don’t fully respect the craft a long time ago
So its time to go
[Outro]
We ahead of all you mother fuckers, you feel me
N***as won’t even step to the plate
Because I guess they’re too far
You n***as is some funny ass n***as B
Word up