Man, I'm tired of niggas and bitches and snitches
I'm cooking it up and y'all burning the kitchens
'F**k up the vision, I made a decision
Y'all outta the bus, I'm not givin' a F**k
Doing shit lately, they all wanna take me
You don't quit the talk? I'ma switch off this safety
Pull on this trigger, ain't scared of you niggas
Attached me to crap, now I'm using the scissors
Half of you niggas are stupid
I do not talk to y'all niggas, I speak through the music
Scoring straight A's, you can check on my rubric
I'm right in your face and you don't have to zoom in
Niggas is pretty like bitches, no brains
Talk about one but I'm seeing more face
I just act so forgetful, I'm closing the case
Only one "C" and two "E's" in your place