Make you say mercy, make you shout uncle, didn't win but Im still King in the Jungle, runnin in the race, I'll be pickin up the pace, like a maze bitch I got all of you puzzled
Sippin on da liquor you be drinkin on a cors light, feelin tipsy hit you harder than a clothesline, that's how you feel when you steppin up to me feelin dizzy just another target for my bulls eye
Woah, welcome to the matrix, anyplace you wanna go name it, don't say shit, if you aint ready for the game, I got you bamboozled, make you sound basic,
Killin the game and anyone else, you sinkin to the bottom Im Michael Phelps, I be ready to win, I be getting the pin, yea ring the bell, now wheres my belt
Smoke you kid like when I pack a pipe, eat you like rick rosses appeitite, you need to leave the game, you need to leave the mic, hope you have better luck in the afterlife, oh
Up and coming kid, yea cuz im a rookie, these haters got nine lives nothing but some pussies
Verse 2:
Chillin with yo bitch, ah, we be on a play date, bring her to the crib, tell everyone to vacate
Yea she wanna stay late, yea she want that vacay, she be goin down, until I'll be screamin mayday
I don't care what you gotta say, let my haters talk, let my haters hate, you a lemon bitch, so when life gives me lemons imma turn you into lemonade
Tune you out no hearing aid, no need to think, don't contemplate, im steady on grind im more concentrated than orange juice in that minute maid
Fuck the game, put my dick in it, leave the next day good riddance, beat the shit, out of the game, you brian bitch, im stewie griffin,
Me and you we, completely different, I got drive, other rappers missin, put these rappers inside of a house, and that's one big room full of bad bitches
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Sippin on da liquor you be drinkin on a cors light, feelin tipsy hit you harder than a clothesline, that's how you feel when you steppin up to me feelin dizzy just another target for my bulls eye
Woah, welcome to the matrix, anyplace you wanna go name it, don't say shit, if you aint ready for the game, I got you bamboozled, make you sound basic,
Killin the game and anyone else, you sinkin to the bottom Im Michael Phelps, I be ready to win, I be getting the pin, yea ring the bell, now wheres my belt
Smoke you kid like when I pack a pipe, eat you like rick rosses appeitite, you need to leave the game, you need to leave the mic, hope you have better luck in the afterlife, oh
Up and coming kid, yea cuz im a rookie, these haters got nine lives nothing but some pussies
Verse 2:
Chillin with yo bitch, ah, we be on a play date, bring her to the crib, tell everyone to vacate
Yea she wanna stay late, yea she want that vacay, she be goin down, until I'll be screamin mayday
I don't care what you gotta say, let my haters talk, let my haters hate, you a lemon bitch, so when life gives me lemons imma turn you into lemonade
Tune you out no hearing aid, no need to think, don't contemplate, im steady on grind im more concentrated than orange juice in that minute maid
Fuck the game, put my dick in it, leave the next day good riddance, beat the shit, out of the game, you brian bitch, im stewie griffin,
Me and you we, completely different, I got drive, other rappers missin, put these rappers inside of a house, and that's one big room full of bad bitches
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