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Dear Fuck Matrix Coalition
- {Verse}
- Dedicated to the "Fuck Matrix" coalition, don't touch my dough,
- Forty five bars loaded, watch your whole position fold.
- Fuck around, let it be known, you ain't got no backbone,
- Talking all that tough shit, but you're pussy when you're alone.
- I'ma blow your ass out like a Firestone tire,
- Tired of these weak ass pussies, all these motherfucking liars.
- Keep coming at me, but I ain't even listening,
- Popping bottles of Patrón, got the Camaro glistening.
- When I punch the throttle, hear that motherfucker whistling,
- Guess you could say my success is making all you bitches sick again.
- Stick to soliciting change on the streets, begging for a dollar,
- While I'm stacking up my money, you just getting fucking louder.
- Wrapped in black sheets, all that bullshit starting to reek,
- Smelling like athlete's foot inside some football cleats.
- You ain't got shit to say when I come with the receipts,
- Be easy with that tough talk, pussy, you ain't in my league.
- {Hook}
- Back with a motherfucking master plan,
- Tagging up the streets like graffiti on a van.
- Cutting down the competition, call me Luigi,
- Green with the money, got these pussies looking queasy.
- Coming at you heavily, lyrically and spiritually,
- You keep talking all that shit, but you ain't coming near to me.
- Bringing horror to your doorstep like a motherfucking Ouija,
- Got these bitches seeing ghosts every time they hear me.
- {Verse}
- Take that last verse and run that motherfucker back,
- You won't even hear me coming with another verbal attack.
- Dumbing down my words while I'm doubling my dollars,
- Call that motherfucking payback, now these pussies wanna holler.
- Needle in a haystack, good luck finding where I'm at,
- Climbing toward the Forbes list while you're falling off the map.
- Kicking down your house of cards, watch that motherfucker crack,
- You been bluffing with a losing hand, ain't no playing that shit back.
- You some bizarre ass bitches, always coming for my riches,
- Burned bridges over bullshit, now you're begging me to fix it.
- Interlacing all these tracks, threading rhymes like stitches,
- Sewing up another classic while I'm cutting off these bitches.
- Got the Camaro glistening, the engine fucking whistling,
- Punch the throttle, hear it growl, now the whole block listening.
- You been praying for my downfall, but the money keeps on hitting,
- Every time I make another move, you motherfuckers getting sick again.
- Fuck your coalition, all your bitching and petitions,
- Thirty pussies in a group chat couldn't make one good decision.
- Got your whole crew looking stupid, ain't no need for an audition,
- You keep begging for attention, I'm too busy with ambition.
- I'm the motherfucking problem that your gossip couldn't solve,
- You been throwing all them stones while your own foundation falls.
- I don't need your fucking blessing, don't need permission to evolve,
- Run that motherfucker back—I'm still standing through it all.
- {Bridge}
- Fuck your little coalition, fuck your whole damn opposition,
- Got my name in every conversation, call that free promotion.
- You some broke ass pussies, always praying for my downfall,
- But I keep stacking up my wins while you watch your house of cards fall.
- I ain't gotta say a word, let the motherfucking money talk,
- Camaro sitting pretty while you bitches do the sidewalk.
- You been burning all your bridges, now you're stranded with your decisions,
- I been stitching up these tracks, turning hatred into ammunition.
- {Final Hook —Explosive, Aggressive}
- Back with a motherfucking master plan,
- Tagging up the streets like graffiti on a van.
- Cutting down the competition, call me Luigi,
- Green with the money, got these pussies looking queasy.
- Coming at you heavily, lyrically and spiritually,
- You keep talking all that shit, but you ain't coming near to me.
- Bringing horror to your doorstep like a motherfucking Ouija,
- Got these bitches seeing ghosts every time they hear me.
- {Post Hook —Crowd Chant, Heavy Bass}
- Fuck Matrix! (That's what they say!)
- Fuck Matrix! (Every motherfucking day!)
- Keep talking! (I don't give a fuck!)
- Keep hating! (I'm still coming up!)
- Run that shit back! (Run it back!)
- Count them stacks! (Count them stacks!)
- House of cards! (Watch it collapse!)
- Fuck your coalition, that's a motherfucking wrap!
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