R.I.P.

Jake Carter, what up?
Joey (Joey, Joey)
Jerz, what up? (Haha)
What up? (Huh)

Check it, I ain't got a care in sight
Don't blame me, blame the syrup and the sprite
It's the new shit that they'll find me on, Maricon
Best rapper in the world but need help, leaving no doubt
Now that Gwen Stefani's gone
Everybody's a Hannibal, swallowing they eyes
Watching what they say, what y'all can do is pray (pray, nigga)
Before I got reformed, nigga, Glock went on the waist
Cross-dressing nothing but my mother's stocking on my face (ay)

Ain't the one you wanna try so fast
Talk crazy but walk the walk, left a trail down a psychopath
Disturbing the peace, swerving the V
Every word in my speech too heavy to bear
Become a burden on the beat

Look, I'm dealing with passive-aggressive, nasty women
That take me from humble beginnings to a happy ending (ay)
If it ain't about a buck then it's the wrong thought
You balling on a caps space, you in the wrong sport
Attack me 'cause I say shit
That's their way of curbing that they had me as a favorite
They learning from Larry David (whoa)
Chrome trigger you blown off the liquor
Prolly a tombstone will come quicker
Patron ain't your nigga

None of you dudes ain't soldiers
Ed Helms, when you lose your dog, blame the hang over
Flamethrower, get me when the label can't control ya
Can't say the chain smoker inside a propane holder (ay)
Currency is the plan to bury me where I stand
Fuck a record label, I appear courtesy of my fans
And they can try to hurt me, but they can't
I refuse to ball my fist while the heartbeat of Jersey's in my hand

So, I tell dude like I tell my nympho chick
"Keep it up, and you bound to get fucked"
Sounding real tough
Every line, he move weight like he's a monster
I'm looking at his keys like Mashonda
Round up the troops to tell him how he sound in the booth
You don't sound like the truth
Wanna be on top of the world 'til he found in roof

Told dudes the old dudes
I'll be the poison on their fountain of youth
Nigga, I create it, you mock it (huh)
We know the shits belated when you jock it (huh)
Holding shit hostage, penning that garbage
Before I pull the plug on 'em, sending in hospice
Foreigner you, American me
Got it locked, it's foreign to you, skeleton key (ay)
You taking 'em home, I give 'em a Sheridan key

You saving the birds, Denzel, pelican Brief (nigga)
And I ain't tryna but what you selling to me
Done babying grown men, I'm done helping them eat (what up?)
But they say you only rap about Joe, give it a rest, grow a set
Dog, I spit about what I know best

I got skin made of Kevlar
Tough as steel say, fuck the skill
And I far along blaze the house Russell built
Bring it on, sing along, ringtone, blank row
I come with a label that say, "Don't try if seen at home"
Just smart, I figured I be less dark
Tell a model bitch let's part over a stretch mark
But being truthful's too brutal to do
So I lie like a bad teacher
Keep going 'til your pupils confused

Tired of hearing how you bust your hammer
Though this wouldn't be my public answer
I'm twice as nice as y'all
Though the fans love your grammar
They act like my bitches
Guess when it comes to me, they double the standard
Fuck boy, I ain't them other dudes
Pick whatever gun
Son found a problem that he can't troubleshoot

Notice I, so it's like
Old school-esque poet like, prototype
Since these niggas can't flow it right (hey)
Fans ain't falling for the madness either
You milking the game, it's from a bad breast feeder
Make you a believer, doubt what I said
Moment of silence, bow our head