Dead on Arrival

Coming up in this game with zero fucks given
This real life bullshit got me fearful of livin'
But I'mma hustle hard, make it clear how I'm driven
Goal-setting every day of the year that I've striven
Writing iconic shit that'll become archival
Kill 'em with the rhymes that these motherfuckers deprived of
Shut up, bitch, there ain't no chance for revival
Ayo, doc, just tell 'em to pronounce 'em dead on arrival

There be too many chiefs but no enough Indians
Goin' dumb with the phrases, fuckin' up idioms
Pushin' you little pricks back into oblivion
Going off the limb at you bitches just like ophidians
Y'all attractive at surface level but hideous
On the inside of you, hiding something insidious
Snakes in the grass, y'all be cold-hearted amphibians
But fronting on us like you all zen and 1st Corinthians
Y'all showing love on the Gram, but not in real life
Kind-hearted but the tongue I got's a steel knife
Rather get angry in my songs than at people
And wrongfully cheat 'em, but shit the rhymes I jot will steal wives
Ay, man, I gotta start neglecting all the assholes
But reflecting on the battles I've fought to survive
Has me pissed off at fuckery that I've caught with my eyes
No surprise that you ain't leaving my lyrical slaughter alive
Ay, bitch I'm

Coming up in this game with zero fucks given
This real life bullshit got me fearful of livin'
But I'mma hustle hard, make it clear how I'm driven
Goal-setting every day of the year that I've striven
Writing iconic shit that'll become archival
Kill 'em with the rhymes that these motherfuckers deprived of
Shut up, bitch, there ain't no chance for revival
Ayo, doc, just tell 'em to pronounce 'em dead on arrival

Going in raw and uncut, man, fuck the foreplay
Nothing's as hard as the tracks I cut in four days
Y'all be loud on your bullshit, but what's your forte
Meanwhile, I'm smooth but cold to the touch like sorbet
When I spit, they gon' talk that smut in poor taste
Feed 'em facts, they'll be throwing up a court case
But on my side is where God has his support placed
Even when I slaughter these motherfuckers in more ways
Then one: mic, hands, guns, and sword blades
Screaming but no one can hear you from the doorway
And everyone be believing nothing you whores say
Smearing my name and acting all slutty for pay
Kill and then bury you, dumping the truck before they
Catching up with me, then they gonna book and report me
To the authorities, those pricks already deplore me
But the majority's with me as these chords play

Coming up in this game with zero fucks given
This real life bullshit got me fearful of livin'
But I'mma hustle hard, make it clear how I'm driven
Goal-setting every day of the year that I've striven
Writing iconic shit that'll become archival
Kill 'em with the rhymes that these motherfuckers deprived of
Shut up, bitch, there ain't no chance for revival
Ayo, doc, just tell 'em to pronounce 'em dead on arrival