(feat. Royce the 5-9)



[Royce 5-9]

Yo yo, check it yo

You get laced by the gun in case you try to run

Hatred on my face by the ton, get baked by the sun

Constructed of interplanetary rock and metal

Toppin levels of combustion that's hot enough to stop the devil

Innovative thrust that a enemy

The impact'll be the generated destructive energy that flatten trees

Black boy since birth, burst and tore the womb up

Hit the earth like a asteroid and blew the moon up

Trust me, I'm the epitome, you better bust me

Any cat can say 'F me and he gon' touch me

Smokin organic gonga inside of a stanza

Me and my man psycho smoke ? wit volcanic lava

Man and it's hot, I'm outta my--- 

From the bottom, I can leap out of bottomless pit and land at the top

Raw, that's what I came out here for

To raise an eclipse and an occasional trip to the beer store

And switch up, to breed of MC and stick a bitch up

Figure of speech to reach in the sea and pick a fish up

I'm fly against all laws of gravitation

I done crushed all of ya'll, now you want a collaboration?

But F that, you stepped up so I'ma put your rep up

And tear the rest up wit every joint that I press up

Handlin heat and ammo, bullets passin you by

Challengin me to battle, man you askin to die

Narrow off niggas and squeeze a grenade until it's dissolved

Bite the barrel off a revolve and spit it

Then forget it, I earned it

I'll kill you then come to your funeral and strangle you to confirm it

Minds carry malaria sick, ask cats who the best is

You hear 5-9 in every area

Huntin your head, punchin you dead, you ain't nice

I battled you before but I don't remember nuttin you said

You was wack, I was gon' quit on it till I thought

My dick is big enough for all ya'll niggas to get on it

Makin ya high off of the smoke, offer your coat

Makin ya'll join that big hip hop nation in the sky

And it's easy, belive me, you better been frontin

When you said you was hot

Cuz you couldn't please me if you was beggin me