Can't Be Serious
Man these mother fuckers can't be serious
Talking all that shit, man just want to
I, I want to pull up and go
Pushing on my buttons homie back the fuck up
I want to get a gun yeah strap the fuck up
Put a couple holes in your cap and your guts
Leave you in a fucking coffin dirt nap with the bugs
I ain't fearing any mutha fucker looking for beef
Got a problem slit my throat create a victim of the street
"Riddles why would you say that?" My life don't mean shit to me
Plus life insurance pays my momma fifty G's
It only costs a fucking stack to turn me into ashes
Next one to pass a hollow threat, gets his ass kicked
Tired of the competition coming to us crooked
Imma sign artists to Death Row like Suge did
Yeah, and I ain't talking bout a record label
Never betray my brother we ain't Kane and Abel
Higher Power coming real like Insane Poetry
Looking for respect from us then bring it how its supposed to be
I became a monster didn't treat me proper
Face me you don't want to, no medic no doctor
I became a monster didn't treat me proper
Face me you don't want to, your heart will be stopped bruh
Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious
Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious
You know I got your back dude You cant be serious
Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious
Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious
Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious
You know I got your back dude You cant be serious
Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious
Yeah, started off as a fan
But then he wanted to get into the game
Just cause you mentioned my name
Don't mean we been through the flames
And my homies can see your awkwardness
Mixed with a bunch of salty shit to me is really cowardice
If I were you I would just
Get gone before your mouth gets split
The heat here can get hotter than a pot grits
Knock it off my na that shit is goofy as fuck to me
That ain't man shit that's just the opposite
I saw through you and acknowledged it
Thought about the politics
But to me you're just a pile of shit
I'll admit, you got some talent but your ego is unwarranted
You stay stuck while I'm moving like a foreign whip
You make me feel like I done scorned a chick
Harder than some morning dick I'm asking was you born bitch
See my origin is of a different cloth
I advance to the future you got caught drifting off
I became a monster didn't treat me proper
Face me you don't want to, no medic no doctor
I became a monster didn't treat me proper
Face me you don't want to, your heart will be stopped bruh
Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious
Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious
You know I got your back dude You cant be serious
Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious
Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious
Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious
You know I got your back dude You cant be serious
Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious
I'm one way, get your shit blocked if you pump fake
Batteries are sold separately for the gun play
Shooting out the lights that used to guide you down the run way
Your home turf is tilted came to bless the gods on Sundays
That's why they looking at me some ways
The monster's out I'm pulling from my mouth to let the tongue drape
Around your neck I'm coming at you wicked I don't sun bathe
I'm up with the moonlight and down when the sun breaks
They can try to front and shake me off
I'll push your front back, bitches love it when I say it raw
Got that D like Baltimore 2000 Fahrenheit or more
Your chances are better to pimp out princes' mansion with some purple on
You can't be serious with your Urkel songs
And tight clothes with the light flows
Imma expose and burn em all
When my ex posts, I turn her off
With my next flow Imma turn her on
Need Geico when I flex flows
Insurance for these fucking thoughts
I became a monster didn't treat me proper
Face me you don't want to, no medic no doctor
I became a monster didn't treat me proper
Face me you don't want to, your heart will be stopped bruh
Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious
Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious
You know I got your back dude You cant be serious
Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious
Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious
Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious
You know I got your back dude You cant be serious
Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious
Talking all that shit, man just want to
I, I want to pull up and go
Pushing on my buttons homie back the fuck up
I want to get a gun yeah strap the fuck up
Put a couple holes in your cap and your guts
Leave you in a fucking coffin dirt nap with the bugs
I ain't fearing any mutha fucker looking for beef
Got a problem slit my throat create a victim of the street
"Riddles why would you say that?" My life don't mean shit to me
Plus life insurance pays my momma fifty G's
It only costs a fucking stack to turn me into ashes
Next one to pass a hollow threat, gets his ass kicked
Tired of the competition coming to us crooked
Imma sign artists to Death Row like Suge did
Yeah, and I ain't talking bout a record label
Never betray my brother we ain't Kane and Abel
Higher Power coming real like Insane Poetry
Looking for respect from us then bring it how its supposed to be
I became a monster didn't treat me proper
Face me you don't want to, no medic no doctor
I became a monster didn't treat me proper
Face me you don't want to, your heart will be stopped bruh
Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious
Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious
You know I got your back dude You cant be serious
Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious
Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious
Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious
You know I got your back dude You cant be serious
Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious
Yeah, started off as a fan
But then he wanted to get into the game
Just cause you mentioned my name
Don't mean we been through the flames
And my homies can see your awkwardness
Mixed with a bunch of salty shit to me is really cowardice
If I were you I would just
Get gone before your mouth gets split
The heat here can get hotter than a pot grits
Knock it off my na that shit is goofy as fuck to me
That ain't man shit that's just the opposite
I saw through you and acknowledged it
Thought about the politics
But to me you're just a pile of shit
I'll admit, you got some talent but your ego is unwarranted
You stay stuck while I'm moving like a foreign whip
You make me feel like I done scorned a chick
Harder than some morning dick I'm asking was you born bitch
See my origin is of a different cloth
I advance to the future you got caught drifting off
I became a monster didn't treat me proper
Face me you don't want to, no medic no doctor
I became a monster didn't treat me proper
Face me you don't want to, your heart will be stopped bruh
Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious
Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious
You know I got your back dude You cant be serious
Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious
Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious
Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious
You know I got your back dude You cant be serious
Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious
I'm one way, get your shit blocked if you pump fake
Batteries are sold separately for the gun play
Shooting out the lights that used to guide you down the run way
Your home turf is tilted came to bless the gods on Sundays
That's why they looking at me some ways
The monster's out I'm pulling from my mouth to let the tongue drape
Around your neck I'm coming at you wicked I don't sun bathe
I'm up with the moonlight and down when the sun breaks
They can try to front and shake me off
I'll push your front back, bitches love it when I say it raw
Got that D like Baltimore 2000 Fahrenheit or more
Your chances are better to pimp out princes' mansion with some purple on
You can't be serious with your Urkel songs
And tight clothes with the light flows
Imma expose and burn em all
When my ex posts, I turn her off
With my next flow Imma turn her on
Need Geico when I flex flows
Insurance for these fucking thoughts
I became a monster didn't treat me proper
Face me you don't want to, no medic no doctor
I became a monster didn't treat me proper
Face me you don't want to, your heart will be stopped bruh
Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious
Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious
You know I got your back dude You cant be serious
Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious
Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious
Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious
You know I got your back dude You cant be serious
Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious
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Writer(s): William Pinter Iii
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