92 Bars

This that sick rap

Kick back

Come to where I pitch at

Where bitches love The Game, like Tyson Bedford's six pack

Presidential Rollie, ****

Where your wrist at?

I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat

Did the Lambo my way

With a sick rap

Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back

No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks

Counting singles in my shack

Stacking Pringles from the crack

****, I was on the bus with it

Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the Colt

Andrew Luck with it

We had the rock, hit the block like, what's up with it?

Jay was in his Z, my young gunners in the truck with it

Sigel would've loved it

Philly would've fucked with it

California State Property

You **** stuck with it

Rrring!

Sold Peedi Crakk

Game was on the block in his "Beanie" with a "MAC"

Brrat

I'm what you rap **** 'fraid of

A Compton **** that can go bar for bar with Jada

Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now and Laters

Blac Chyna head the bomb

Al-Qaeda

Listen, you want beef? I'll cater

Game snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator

Silver and black Ghost

**** that's Al Davis

Gimme Left Eye back take Fetty Wap and the Raiders

The Rams is back

Them bullets getting tossed

Sixteen on your back like you fucking Jeff Goff

Your man acting girly too

Put thirty on his chest

Kanye shrug, bitch, welcome to the west

YG, Nipsey and Kendrick, yeah check

Shout 'em out, "I Just Do it" like a fucking Nike rep

"Bentley Truck Chuck"

With the Henney cupped up

Don't get me fucked up

You see the semi tucked, duck

Pass the Goose

Where them duck, ducks?

These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up

I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a cactus

Told that bitch to roll a Phillie for the Game

And she talking 'bout practice

The Maybach is A.I.

Artificial Intelligence motherfucker

That's Junior Seau

All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas, shoot the five

Tell the dealer, pay me don't be "Chi" he ain't from Do or Die

Now, do you wanna ride?

Back seat of my Caddy

Used to flip them pies, ain't no relation to Patty

And I move Ps and no relation to Swaggy

Before that, it was missing teeth and nickel sack baggies

That's Caine

No daddy

'Cause I ain't really have one

And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bagged none

I'm the old DMX

You **** Drag-On

Game raw as fuck like poking holes in a Magnum

Used to ether **** in all of my sixteens

Now I scare 'em once a year, like I'm fucking Halloween

This ain't a dream

****, Hurricane a nightmare

Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his high chair

Your daddy was a bitch, I had to do it

I ain't need no ski mask to do it

Murder is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it

Name a state, I'll send a package through it

If the Feds hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts

Uh

Sitting in this Maybach with music

Your head is like a Mustard beat

And I'll put the ratchet to it

Party, send my jackers to it

Drama, bring the MAC into it

And the scope will get your mouth washed when I tap into it

Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it

Usain Bolt, if you bring a real track into it

Another classic moving the way that Aftermath would do it

Dre had The Chronic all I did was put the matches to it

Traffic moving backwards through it

Ever since I had the Buick

Known for putting cheese on **** heads the way the Packers do it

And I had the yay

Yeah, I brought crack to music

Every situation in rap, I've been a savage through it

And all these hoes getting mad, 'cause I'm smashing through 'em

They can get a ring one day, if the Cavs could do it

Be Lebron, bitch

I'm Jayceon, bitch

Who else you seen park at the swap meet in James Bond shit?

Another foreign car driven by a convict

Aventador, matte black, Akon lips

Nas ether ****, Game napalm shit

**** say my name, I pop up like the State Farm bitch

No **** could see me

On or off TV

Gum bottom Yeezy's, I'm the 6'5" Eazy

Light skinned bitches be mad and talking greasy

I'ma start fucking them Dej Loaf's and Dreezy's

I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and cornrow Kenny

Or you can pick your favorite rapper, you gon' be pouring out Henney

I got a bitch from Minne-apolis, pack a semi

Bang the rachet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly

She got a couple mil

And she don't even know Meek

And ever since that **** snitched on me, we just don't speak

See, that shit you got with Drake is like a slow leak

Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke meat

Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 AM

Four deep and leave a dead body on the soaked sheet

It can happen, low key

You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet

This ain't a diss ****

This is All Lives Matter except this ****'s

This 1992 shit ain't no new shit

We in all black, you won't know who blood and who crip

With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship

Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose lips

My **** Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit

This the Holden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit

**** you know that I'll snap you like a toothpick

And snitching on **** ain't never been no cool shit

And I been wanting to give Nicki this pool stick

So tell your little "Vivrant Thing" come fuck with Q-Tip

We know where you live, ****, you better move quick

And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with