Hit them?? up

First of all, f*** you, and your crew, and your homies,

You don’t even know the pain, y’all just actin’ phony.

Claimin’ you a boss, but you soft as a pillow,

I’ll snap you in half, like I’m swingin’ a willow.

 

You ain’t never been real, you just fake with the flex,

You got no heart, no soul, no respect.

I’m the king in this game, and you’re just a peasant,

I’m movin' like a legend, you stuck in the present.

 

Your bars is weak, and your flow is trash,

I’m burnin’ up the track, while you’re just makin’ a splash.

Talk all you want, but you don’t got the guts,

You out here cappin’, while I’m takin’ your cuts.

 

Chorus:

 

F*** you, and your whole squad, man, I’m next,

I’ll leave you shook, crushed under the stress.

You can’t see me, no, you can’t compete,

I’ll hit ‘em up, like I’m Pac, and leave you deceased.

 

Verse 2:

 

You ain’t from the struggle, man, you just a joke,

Claimin’ that you hard, but your whole style broke.

I’m ruthless, heartless, I spit with a venom,

You thought you was next? Nah, I’m settin' the precedent.

 

I been through the fire, you ain’t never been tested,

I’m a real one, dawg, you can’t mess with the bestest.

You ain't got the power, you ain't got the clout,

I'm makin' moves while you still runnin' your mouth.

 

I’m a soldier in this war, you just a civilian,

Tryna step up to me? You can’t even feel it.

You actin’ tough, but it’s all just a front,

I’ll leave you in the dust, I’m the one that they want.

 

Chorus:

 

F*** you, and your whole squad, man, I’m next,

I’ll leave you shook, crushed under the stress.

You can’t see me, no, you can’t compete,

I’ll hit ‘em up, like I’m Pac, and leave you deceased.

 

Bridge:

 

Don’t ever think you on my level, man, you ain't the one,

I been workin’ since day one, and I’m just gettin' it done.

You talkin’ tough? Yeah, you actin’ real bold,

But I’m cold as ice, while you soft as the snow.

 

Outro:

 

So take your L, and don’t try to flex,

You just a footnote, I’m the name they respect.

I’m hit ‘em up, homie, like it’s 1996,

And you’re just a casualty in this lyrical blitz.