Trade Deadline

[Verse]
I can't breathe again, demand seasoning
The man's reachin', I'm so cold like Pam and Gina friend
Yo, Angelina Jolie can fulfill my fantasy and then
I plant my seed and then stay and leave it in and even when
Her man creepin' in, I say, "Fam, leave" again
While my hand see his chin, goddamn, seek revenge
And I'm antsy to win, like it's ants in my pants
Gotta tan wheat the Timbs, she gon' blow the King like
Lance Stephenson, pause, fam speak again, nah
It can't be the end, even my nigga Marcus said
"I can't be your friend", ha
Get it? Marcus Camby can't be your friend
And it's a double dare like Bambi with twins
Jamie Foxx Show, oh, you fancy with them
Fly so much I'm like "Are we landing again?" Plan the agenda
Man, we Avengers and we defend from
The land of the sinners and we them niggers
With the E-R of course, got my feet off the porch
I'ma need all the whores, head to DR, deport
Ain't gon' leave y'all the torch, ain't gon' see y'all in court
I'ma pee on your fort, I could eat off the floor
You a peon, a dork, sellin' weed all for sport
Killin' seed, all abort, Jay and Be gone divorce
Jokes on me, of course, throw me the award
Frontin' like you been fuckin' with this
You Isaiah Thomas wit' the Cavs, just gettin' hip
Which rapper should I snuff? Say "Wassup"? Should I diss?
No MCs in Atlanta? Let's come up with the list
Got CyHi, Quentin Miller, Translee
Scotty ATL, EarthGang, J.I.D
Raury, 6lack, Nick Grant, and Money Makin' Nique
And yeah, let's save the best for last, it's, uh, me
Who wanna battle for the bread and the bag against me?
Who got Birdman to wire that cash? That right, me
I'm back at it y'all, it's rap's Barry Bonds
I might run up on Tuma for RapCaviar

[Outro]
Just kiddin', just kiddin'
Tuma my nigga
Deadline, nigga
It's over
You'll see, you'll see
Salt Bae on 'em, Salt Bae on 'em