[intro]
Yeah, we back
Back in muhammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room
With just the one little small window, nigga
The light be comin' through it in the morning
Old ass walls and shit
But it's just like I remember
Just like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm workin'
Yeah, I'm workin', nigga

[verse]
Look, it's the return of the mr. burn suckers
Not herpes infested
Just perfectly blessed with
A style that you can't f with
Protection recommended
'cause cole the definition
Of a weapon that can end it
You know, mass destruction
When I mash the button
I take your favorite major rapper
Left him independent
Crying in the corner
'cause I ain't into sorta
Kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm borderline addicted to slaughter
Line up niggas in order
Of who you think can really fuck
With me most
Then I tuck the heat close
If he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no need for discussion
If they weren't talking 'bout the bread
These motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake deep rappers
The og gatekeep rappers
The would-you-take-a-break-please rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit
I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur eight week rappers
Lil' whatever, just another short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you
You pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man
You hipstor rappers
I reload the clip
Then I hit more rappers with that
Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers
I'm back
Never knew a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm good at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on days I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, then it'll be
If it's not, then fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the father why, no
'cause one day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, oh
One day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die
My nigga, my nigga