Get out Get out You can't be in here

You have to get out

I emplore you Please

Please

You're all going to die down here

It's life or death

Either one

The king is back

Take heed and run

I piss and take a sh*t on your beat for fun

I killed the game

I ain't even use a gun

Who better than me

Don't make me laugh

I run this sh*t they just chase my a**

I ain't talkin sh*t ni**a

Just tellin the facts

I think all the tracks i'm hearin from niggas is whack

I be hearin these niggas

What they say in they rhymes

I took my spot nobody gave me mine

I make the beats that Boom Boom Boom in they trunks

U disagree homie then go on and jump

U can bump ur gum

U can say what u want

Thats all u gon do cuz u niggas is punks

I'm number one you ain't nuthin but sh*t

When they need a hit i would become to get

Talk to me

If you got love for me i got love for you

If you don't f**k wit me i won't f**k wichu

We can do it howeva u wanna do

Ni**a if u don't f**k wit me i won't f**k wit u

Gon' head

Kill yourself kill yourself kill yourself

Go on kill yourself kill yourself kill yourself

If i was you i wouldn't feel myself

Go on kill yourself kill yourself

Kill your self go on kill yourself

Kill yourself kill yourself

If i was you i wouldn't feel myself

I'm tired of niggas

Niggas is tired

U ain't a G

I see b**ch in ur eyes

If u close to me

U suposed to be

But most of u rap niggas is hoes to me

Wherever u from

The question i ask

Is do u think i give a f**k

Riddle me that

Cuz in my hood and u jump into hell and back

This industry sh*t to hell wit that

I seen em come i seen em go

I doubt if u can show me sum'in i ain't seen before

Who suposed to be in charge i need to know

When i shake ur hand ima step on ur toe

Go getcha gun go getcha click

Imma be rite here chillin wit yo b**ch

You mad at me cuz i'm gettin rich

Well put the pistol to ur head and empty the clip

Pop ni**a

If you got love for me i got love for you

If you don't f**k wit me i won't f**k wichu

We can do it howeva u wanna do

Ni**a if u don't f**k wit me i won't f**k wit u

Gon' head

Kill yourself kill yourself kill yourself

Go on kill yourself kill your self kill yourself

If i was you i wouldn't feel myself

Go on kill your self kill your self

Kill your self go on kill yourself

Kill your self kill your self

If i was you i wouldn't feel myself

See my heart

Feel my pain

Some is stars some is lames

How they follow little trends to get they fame

I ain't snappin my dam fingers to get in the game

U claim u rich

Show me son

If u got so many dollas then loan me one

Fools think they killas they own a gun

When u know u bout as sweet as a honey bun

Trash your broads behind a bar

Like you dat dude frontin hard

Vip bands don't make u a star

Like we really still don't no who the f**k u are

Don't talk behind my back just call me ni**a

Move my heart to the side

Make room to forgive ya

If u still wanna hang

We'll come to get ya

Put the rope around ur neck and jump my ni**a

You're all going to die down here

Get out get out

You can't be in here

You're all going to die down here