Fresh out the gate again,
time to raise the stakes again
Fatten my plate again,
y'all cats know we always play to win
G-A-N-G to the Starr, son
Haters took this shit too far, son
So that's all for you,
I'm wiping out your whole team
I'll splatter your dreams
with lyrics to shatter your schemes
The badder you seem, the more lies you tell
The more lies you sell,
now by surprise, you fell
Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches
Stupid, you know the God must bless
every single mic he touches
I've suffered, just so I could return harder
Wanna be the shit starter,
fuck around, make you a martyr
I'll make you famous, turn around
then make you nameless
'Cause you never understood
how vital to me this rap game is
Save it and hold that, you'll catch a hot one
Rhymes'll chase a fake nigga down
soon as I spot one
So if you stand in my way, I'ma have to spray
Learn that if you come against me, son,
you're gonna have to pray
Since back in the day I held the weight
and kept my head up
They wanna see the God catch an L,
it's all a set up
I give no man or thing power over me
Why these niggas so jealous
and looking sour over me?
I'm bolder G, I'm like impossible to stop
I'm like that nigga in the ring with you,
impossible to drop
I'm like two magazines
fully loaded to your one
Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin' 'til you're done
Plus, more than ever
I got my whole shit together
More than a decade of hits that'll live forever
Catching rep off my name, you're bound to fry
Know how many niggas that I know
that's down to die
We never fail, and we ain't never been frail
You niggas talk crime, but you scared of jail
Attacking like a slick Apache,
lyrics are trigger happy
Blowin' back your wig piece
just for the way you're looking at me
Cock back, blaow, I hit you up right now
I don't know why so many of y'all
wanna be thugs anyhow
Face the consequence
of your childish nonsense
I can make your head explode
just by my lyrical content
Get you in my scope
and metaphorically snipe ya
I never liked ya, I gas that ass
and then ignite ya
The flame thrower,
make your peeps afraid to know ya
How many times I told ya,
play your position small soldier
My heart is colder,
makes me wanna resort to violence
Stop beating me in the head, son,
nah, I'm not buying it I'm ready to blast,
ready to surpass and harass
I'm ready to flip, yeah,
and ready to dip with all the cash
I hold my chrome steady,
with a tight grip
So watch your dome already
'cause this one might hit