Bigger Than Me

These **** ain't bigger than me

These **** ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me

These **** ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me

You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me

These **** ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me

These **** ain't Bloods, they ain't drippin' with me

**** talking that shit 'bout the new generation, man

Fuck these ****, I'll slash your fuckin' faces

You **** ain't sold shit, not an album or a rock

Pussy **** puttin' rings on my old bitch

Dick down the throat ass ****, old ho ass ****

Happy 'cause you went gold ass ****

These **** ain't spittin' with me, you ain't sicker than me

Fuck out my section, you ain't sittin' with me

This for very important people, it's clear that we not equal

Clear you **** faggots, I'm the black Marshal Mathers

Like ying, ying ying on a motherfucker

Who need Hulk Hogan when you Sting on this motherfucker

Less than five hours, kiss the ring on this motherfucker

California throne and I'm the king on this motherfucker

I don't wanna hear it, weak ass lyrics

Cryin' on the hook, thinkin' we gon' feel it

Old lost ass ****, voice crack when you talk, ass ****

Rollin' blunts for the boss, ass ****

I came in with Ye' Jeezy and boss ass ****

Your freshman cover, a whole bunch of soft ass ****

Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises

Mute BET cyphers 'cause I don't wanna hear that shit

May you rest in piss you fuck ****

Ay, Frank Ocean, go ahead and fuck these fuck ****

(Yeah, they fuck ****) Ain't no three stacks in your class

So take you top-ten spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy

**** already fucked you bitch, you bitch boy

And every time you kiss on that ho you suck my dick, you bitch boy

And when you buy that ho a bag that bitch carry my bricks, you bitch boy

I was in the XXL, Red Chucks, 'round my neck

I was the G in the Unit, had Buck around my set

Word to the Rhymes, had Busta bus 'round my set

Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust 'round my set

I'm from Compton, where that Glock? Can't fuck with that, Tec

That's on Bompton, 40-Glock, got socked in his neck

This is Spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit reset

Five in the chest, I'm Makaveli, the Don in the vest

Don't say, what's up, when you see me, you a pussy ****

Strangé, fake ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy

Fake ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the pawn shop

**** better off jackin' Flav for his alarm clock

Speakin' of time, how much more till The Game drop?

So you can suck my dick and Complex can count my name drops

I been the underdog, I'm cool in my dog house

Fuck all these pussies, give me any name to call out

Left Aftermath, Dre told me, ball out

Stunna put me on a private jet then we balled out

Landed in Miami, met some bitches, ate 'em all out

Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what that saw about

Ying, ying, ying, on a motherfucker

Ying, ying, ying, on a motherfucker

These **** ain't bigger than me

These **** ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me

These **** ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me

You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me

These **** ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me

These **** ain't Bloods, they ain't drippin' with me

**** talkin' that shit 'bout the new generation, man

Old emoji ass rappers, all their smiley ass faces, fuck, ****

Ay, Frank Ocean, go ahead and fuck these fuck ****

Yeah, they fuck ****

Ying, ying, ying, on a motherfucker

Ying, ying, ying, on a motherfucker

Ying, ying, ying, on a motherfucker

Ying, ying, ying, on a motherfucker

Drop your single, I drop dreams on that motherfucker

I should let my daughter scream on this motherfucker

The industry soft, I should get Miguel sing on this motherfucker

Ride out, blood money, we gon' ride out, ride out

And don't think I won't send six **** to your hideout, Rich Gang