im cuttin this ho off like umbilical cords
im only here to collect accolades and awards
im over here yawning cuz a ***** is bored
spittin that old bullshit, get ya lyrics restored
come up wit some new shit, what are you stupid?
9 milli hit ya chest i hit ya heart like im cupid
chopper at ya dome, like that m6 its leavin u roofless
or we can throw hands and im leavin you toothles
u aint know that this ***** is ruthless
we all know u fake and ppl know who the truth is
***** think she rhymin, prolly dont even know what a booth is
not that place where u make calls whenu walking the track
but where we cook cocaine beats and spit lyrics tahts crack
and as of matter of fact, when u get done workin bring my benjamins back