Private Quarters (Remix)

Ain’t nothin’ magic bout your Johnson, I always send a dime to scorers

Cause they said I’m a communist, bitch I don’t believe in private quarters

It might be my timeless aura combined with my tight supporters, reward em

We tryna form em post-mortem like diamond ore, but fuck dyin,’ my time was thwarted

Cucks cryin,’ I’m dinosaurin,’ you’re tryna roar and you’re stuck in New York with them Times reporters

Remember Rape Squad? I do, they deny true shit my eyes viewed

Key’d probably say “B-but Gen made a bar about piss to a smart renowed kid, and we’re just mouthin’ off to retarded clown bitches”

Kalli: “What KeyJ means is we didn’t talk about shit, but even if we say it’s true and not lies

If the MJ and ‘Naldo rape accusers are right then 2 bang abusers were the most famous humans alive”

Like a thawed/thot Ella, I would’ve hunted em down but that's too Kevin Costner-ish

Like LaBella, cause I'm a steppin' architect

The way I'm goin' upstairs, like the top cellar

That's why they stare up, cause I'm the top seller

Like this shit's a market for bears, got these opps telin'

'Em bye/buy/bi, call it a pump and dump, cause you know W.A.P fellas

Opp still running his mouth, he's more villainy than Mort and Thanos combined, sike, he's a poor shitter, he

Says that he's from New York and born for the war industry, can't say this sordid story distorted this whore's history

And I'm a rather pissed Master cause of these nitwits' haphazard trippin, half hazard, half ammunition-eliciting rap technician

Mad hatter with bad intentions, backhandin' the wack shit backwards while cracking the last dimension, bitches

Hangin’ off the ledge, too high up to fall, even when I’m upside down I’m still above you all

Cause I’m so hard to catch when I touch a wall, like it’s fire the way I vault that pole

Smooth as butter like I got mad dough, long as I’m rising I don’t need/knead to goddamn fold

Reaching the cloud, fuck Windows, we in dark-ass mode

Still got a couple more pop-ups ‘cross the yard line

I might need another slider for this hard drive

You lead the league in home runs since you jog slash bolt to yo cave, say you brave but you’re not that bold

All these green plug-uglies in a combat role, yo ass couldn’t escape me using a combat roll

You won't leave anyway, the exit door here is a painting on the wall

We ain't playing damn football but they still held the line up, like a cellphone, data getting logged

Is that why Kelce stays inside the pocket 'stead of moving swift he said "It isn't Taylor I recall"

But the reception came, then he did too, that game uses two balls (recall, reception, damn)

Only time is tellin,' and homie I'll probably be in the light kinda like the setting, uh oh, see the fire spreading, it's smoking

If opps try to feed its size I might cause a 'strophe on Fri worse than 9/11 and Kobe and Oliver Tree combined

Cause it’s the final showdown, oafs with no spine get mowed down, Motown in this bitch inside of yo town, no one sides with yo clown

Asses and that’s an objective fact to be measured unlike the orgasm she faked to feign some actual pleasure

Let me tell you what happened, they said I’m the chapper who sent the attack

Against the damn preggo but captain that is just definitely cap, he’s crapping

Bet that he’s mad he’s a cat who’s irrelevant, yeah, your level is wack, it’s facts that you’re ass

And yo sketches trash and they’re retchy I’m guessing that’s why you’re dragging

Your X and your Facts to generate taps and get those reactions

Attention and traction, jabbin’ and disrespecting my passion, my System

Acts like he has all the methods he’s lacking, and then he stepped in to blast at

My burger branding as if this asshole could prep me a sandwich, snack or chef up, assemble

A batch of fast food that’s better or matches our freshness, and if he had like a

Kitchen set for the craft he would still be makin’ his small potatoes

Bad bitch thinking “How’d I get here, I had a good childhood, my parents raised me right, I guess I just couldn’t resist some Cane’s tonight”

More like Five Guys outside, canes inside

She has a big stash, fuckin’ pry it, I, uh, sniff, boutta make a splish splash in my bank account, sonion

Sprayin' clips, make these opps cry like there's an onion

And I’m a real cokehead, you’re a fraud boy

And I’m a real dopehead but you’re not, boy

Cause this shit is real (Israel), not goy

That’s why my avatar’s Benjamin, wait, that’s the wrong Benjamin, one got owned by a turkey, the other gets owned by Turkey