[ Featuring Sid... ]
Yeah, let's get this one, baby
Witcho lil' dumb ass
It's like that, it's like that, it's like that
Consider Sidney a good f*ck with a troubled past
I hate it, but maybe should be the one to ask
What's become of rap
I understood the assignment and every f*cking task
And the last thing I'm gon' ever do is come in last
So whenever I tell you I'm in my f*cking bag
It's a humble brag
If I ain't the dopest breathing, where the f*ck he at
Street scholar, to my knowledge, y'all some undergrads
Planning on counting me out
Redo your f*cking math
Sidney Shakur, Makaveli, to the f*cking max
F*ck your mother, brother, son, and dad
Your existence just a fumbled pass
Mama told me, son, don't nothing last
But I'm the illest right now
And it won't change when your son has passed
Just tell McFolley that I love her ass
My trap house walls don't talk, but if they did, shit
They have more confessions than Usher had
F*ck more bitches than Usher has
I'll leave your lady in a f*cking trance
The crown I hold, nowhere up for grabs
Reach for it and you'll get humbled fast
Every punchline, a Pacquiao uppercut or jab
Me and Deezy like Kurupt and Daz
Underground king, the trillest nigga since Uncle Chad
I never fold or break or put my unborn son in plaid
Leave your head in some roses on your mother's porch
In a f*cking Louis Duffel bag with a sticky note attached
That say, make another one
Can't stop till I run the Gump
Pussy for dinner, beats for breakfast
Drugs and rum for lunch
All I could ever pay a crumb is dust
Sidney Silverstone, Gumpton's captivating
Clusterf*ck, you know what the f*ck is up
Nigga, despite the split me and Zay Dame and
Jigga, your favorite's favorite nigga
Playin', you'll push daisies, nigga
That ain't why you wanna be famous, nigga
As a child, the village couldn't even raise me, nigga
Zay gon' and cock it back and aim at niggas
Yeah, check this out, you tuned into a hearse roller
Turn my hoe designer purse toter
Show you how the murder flows
By the time that this verse is over
Who colder? I shoot for center mass
Divide your shirt and shoulders
Got you on the ropes, I'm slippin' jabs
A wizard with this pen and pad
Give a bad bitch more problems than ACT
If she play with me, lyrics are epidemic
I'm sick and there's no escaping me
Don Entendre , every time he drop it's hard
He Swanton Bomb ya
This like Prime Time in the Combine kinda
Finish lines and runnin' straight to the jet
This like seein' a kid with NBA skills
That still just play at the rec
Say it direct, they ain't a threat
Who wanna catch it? I be the quarterback
The Lord is back, I rap sure, but I trap more
You don't get what you ask for
Only what's supposed to come to you
So till I touch a hundred million bucks
I'm just uncomfortable
And we got snakes lying, pigs, and rats all in rap
This shit a jungle too
Who at the top get heaved off the cliff
No love for Huxtables
The only thing could possibly stop me
Is a tracheotomy
The only thing my pops talk about
Is I make them proud of me
Like Joakim, I know a shy
Bitch, I hit with a rose on
Now every time she call me FaceTime
It's without the clothes on
I'm only slappin' slow songs
I know niggas, they raps about sellin' dope
I ain't sold on
Stealin' flows, get them stole on
This is HearseRollerz
Watch your top five get rolled up and smoked on
Yeah
This DJ Kozy
It sound like music
It sound like celebration
Sid and Zay
You know what it is
Now we even, nigga
