Sudden—
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Lately, every word that come out my mouth been fired straight from the hip
I've been living on colored people time, I'm getting there when I get (when I get)
Lately, I've been trying not to go outside, I hate how people get (get)
What was your past rate? (Uh)
You keep changing? We might have to castrate
What the f—
Where's the hits?
Yeah, I heard all your beats wasn't hits
I can't argue with talent or lists (uh-uh)
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Oh, you mad you not on some lists?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (come on)
Uh, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that shit (ayy)
You tried to swing and you— (uh, uh)
Ain't make that shit
Every shot that you take is a brick (it's a brick!)
Every brick that you make is a miss (it's a miss!)
Niggas wearing your house on they wrist (on they wrist!)
Bet the house you ain't touching shit
Pay your rent, get off of my dick, bitch (yeah)
Lately, I've been trying not to go outside, I'm still not doing shit
Layin' the smackdown on Jabronis 'cause they not followin' the script
When it comes to getting this money (uh, uh), I'm aimin' for that white like I'm twigs
Told this white girl that I'm scared (let's go!)
Niggas that grew up on crackers they whole life be tweeting, go, ho, type that shit (it's facts!)
It's a trip
Oh, you mad you not Grammy picked? (Grammy picked!)
You're so sad, you not on some lists (on some lists!)
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (uh-uh)
Marcus ain't die for this shit
Rosa ain't sit for you, bitch (shake it, shake it, shake it)
Lately, I've been letting these rappers talk these niggas silence us kids (surprise, nigga!)
In the suburbs watching 10-90 Jake and lyin' bout who they is
Let's just get this clear
One of you bastards touch me, you dyin' right where you is
I'm a self-defense specialist
Get your brains blew like a cr—
Like a Crip
Oh, you mad you not getting rich?
You so sad you not making hits?
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (uh-uh)
Martin ain't die for this shit (bitch)
Lately, every word that come out my mouth been fired straight from the hip (the hip)
I've been living on colored people time, I'm getting there when I get (when I get)
Lately, I've been trying not to go outside, I hate how people get (get)
What was your past rate? (Uh)
You keep changing? We might have to castrate
What the f—
Where's the hits?
Yeah, I heard all your beats, wasn't hits
I can't argue with talent or lists
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (uh-uh)
Martin ain't die for this shit
Rosa ain't sit for you, bitch
Man, Thomas ain't die for this shit
Man, Huey ain't die for this shit
Man, any of you— for shit
John brown ain't die for this shit
Like sojourner, the truth in this bitch
And you ain't gon' never say I sold out
And it ain't for you, it's for me, for my own personal satisfaction
I ain't sell out to myself, what somebody else think
