Let me see you niggas come walk in my shoes, Since day one I was destined to lose
I'm number one not the three or the two, At the top of the throne with a immaculate view
Remember the days I was singing the blues, Now I hop in the booth and I'm speaking the truth
Lil tic with the stick bitch im tighting your screws, Two shoots to the cheast like a nigga was proof
Dropping my nuts and I'm letting them hang, Chi-Raq is the city that taught me my slang
Sammy Sosa in this bitch and I'm letting it bang, I walk with it on me I ain't worried bout a thang
Talking about a bitch I ain't worried about a hoe, Hating online I ain't worried about it post
Miserable ass niggas always yapping the most, Never wanna do shit but make excuses why they broke
I like a big bitch with a whole lotta ass, If I'm booked for a show that's a whole lotta cash
Heard you dropped a album that's a whole lotta trash, That shit came and went in a motherf*cking flash
Put the pedal to the medal 250 on the dash, Swerve in my lane then you destined to crash
I told you niggas that generic shit won't last, Niggas say they want smoke till we turn them to ash
I feel like I'm the most underrated, Know im the greatest and you niggas just hating
Got this out the basement now I'm paving the pavement, Had to be patient I ain't worried about a placement
Murderwood coming soon and I'm making a statement, Killed my competition I'm leaving them vacant
Till I get my respect the REAPER awaken, I'll pull my dick out and piss on the nation
I'm setting the trends and making the waves, I'm counting this money my nigga we paid
I been that nigga since the second grade, If you say my name then I'm digging yo grave
I'm dripped in black my bitch dripped in suede, When she acting up that pussy get slayed
You niggas is followers easily swayed, I do what I want I pave my own way
I feel like I'm alone, I knock at the door but nobody is home
I put all my money in making these songs, But still live with my uncle god am I wrong
For spending all my time chasing my dreams, Begging for plays praying for streams
F*cking these bitches making them cream, Lord knows I'll do anything
For a little love something that's real, That grows over time could never be killed
I wanna trust I wanna heal, Peel back your banana see what it reveals
It could be bad it could be good, It could be the burbs it could be the hood
One thing for sure get this understood, I don't do this for the gram I do it for murderwood