Rattus

[Chorus]
Jealous of his enemies so he gon' foil the foil
Peep who he pretend to be, that pussy was never loyal
Just another victim, tryna be the next nigga shining
But when you fuck with killers, there ain’t never a silver lining
Ran when it popped off, fam got knocked off
Blood on the low tee, looking like hot sauce
Point a couple fingers and you thinking you fine
But that witness protection can’t protect you from God

[Verse 1]
Look, niggas be Yale grads tryna act like a menace
But an essay the only time they would handle a sentence
Digital blackface, thought he was posted with them demons
Now he posting all the demons at the party where [censored] died
Real G men never living a half life
So why you in the courts tryna swindle and gaslight?
Traded in your honor for celebrity
I ain’t seen a trade that bad since three picks for KG
But what could you expect from a weak link?
The type who’d rather starve than to work and eat link
The “I could never stand for any fight or belief” link
The beg-on-they-knees link
The “Hurry up and call the police!” link
Dreaming 'bout the soldiers that be six feet under me
Bless the ones who kept to code and deserve all the luxury
Now I seewhy the Black heart turns cold
Cause we only idolized when we lost our souls
First you exert beef and now you exercise the 13th
Stepin Fetchit, stepping for that Aryan jury
The theory: They heard we are not worthy
Get away with thirty if you color of Curry
But you black as the serial number of a MAC-11
Pack for heaven, the chair is comfy and hella electric
They know you connected
And you know that you won’t be respected
And your family gon' be cleansed of the bitch in you
That’s genetic, ugh

[Segue: Obie Trice]
Once he got pinched, coincided with law
Same homie say he lay it down for the—

[Verse 2]
Your boy fell for the ploy and now we hoping he rot
What’s worse than being a bitch is being something you not
Cosplaying the pain so you could shortcut to fame
In a world where you could die for sayin the wrong name
See you can’t get rich without being a crook
And if you plan on bein crook, you gotta go by the book
But niggas won’t buy a book, they in awe of the double tap
And they won’t ever learn they lesson till they hit with the double tap

[Chorus]
Jealous of his enemies so he gon' foil the foil
Peep who he pretend to be, that pussy was never loyal
Just another victim, tryna be the next nigga shining
But when you fuck with killers, there ain’t never a silver lining
Ran when it popped off, fam got knocked off
Blood on the low tee, looking like hot sauce
Point a couple fingers and you thinking you fine
But that witness protection can’t protect you from God