Yeah, we back

Back in Muhammad crib nigga, top floor, the back room with just the one little small window nigga

The light be coming through it in the morning, old ass walls and shit

But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it

Yeah I'm working, yeah I'm working nigga



Look, it's the return of the Mr. burn suckers

Not herpes infested, just perfectly blessed with

A style that you can't F with, protection recommended

'Cause Cole the definition of weapon that can end it

You know, mass destruction when I mash the button

Now take your favorite major rapper, left them independent

Crying in the corner cause I ain't into sorta

Kinda, dissing niggas

I'm borderline addicted to slaughter

Line up niggas in order of who you think can really f**k with me most

Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost

Ain't no need for discussion, if they weren't talking 'bout the bread these motherf**kers be toast

Clap at the fake deep rappers, the OG gatekeep rappers, the would you take a break please rappers

A bunch of words and ain't saying shit I hate these rappers

Especially the amateur 8 week rappers

Lil "whatever", just another short bus rapper

Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers

Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers

Get exposed standing next to 6"4 rappers

The streets don't f**k with you, you Pitchfork rappers

Chosen by the white man you hipster rappers

I reload the clip then I hit more rappers with that

Straight shitting on these piss-poor rappers

I'm back

(laughs)

Never knew a nigga that was better, revenue I'm good at getting cheddar

Reminisce on days I didn't eat, if it's meant to be then it'll be

If it's not then f**k it I will try, ain't no need to ask the Father why, no

'Cos one day everybody's gotta die, one day everybody's gotta die, oh

One day everybody's gotta die, one day everybody's gotta die

My nigga, my nigga