Shook Ones

[Intro]

Word up son!

To all the killers and a hundred dollar billers
For real homies who ain't got no feelings!

Check it out now!
Mic check one, check two

[Verse]

You can’t fuck with my realness
It ain’t new if you already feel this
My flows a diamond you can’t bite or steal this
Bars are never weak, They stronger than steel bitch!
Guess what? The end is near
'Cause I’ll end you rap career
Rhyming 'til my last breath leaving you out in tears
It’s the hard work that I’ve put throughout these years
When I see you fake rappers there’s nothing that I fear
I can lyrically kill you while sipping Lion beer
These hoes ain’t loyal, That’s 100% clear
I ain’t rich neither poor, 200% real!
I’m like David Blaine, I go beyond magic
When I step into the beat the whole beat becomes tragic
Seen enough shitty rapping over fame and I’ve had it
Spit your words against me bitch, I’m ready for any challenge!
(Haha!)
You know I’m always brutal on the beat
Like a spartan army mother fucker I don’t retreat
If life’s a game then I’m never willing to cheat
Won’t stop this even if I get end up on the streets!
Now get my mama on the phone, Tell her boy's going viral
His words are making fans hypnotized like a spiral
They going through his verses like the ones in the Bible
But little do they know in his head he’s suicidal!
My life story will make you get goosebumps
I think so deep, My thoughts are what I run away from
It’s nothing but the realness up in my mind
I'ma change the fucking game, Just gimme some time
I’ve been fiending for this shit since I was a young kid
All alone and the whole world playing dumb tricks
Against me like a frenzy, Come and test me
I'ma kill you all and nothing’s gonna prevent me
From doing it, I’m tryna rep the whole country don’t ruin it!
Now I’m stuck in dilemma
I don’t know what to do, Nelly help me will ya
My vision is so pure call me "Rap's Mandela"
So hot, Baby gimme some ice and vanilla
Fuck your girl, I'ma hit ya mom you better tell her!
Man! I’m done with all these so called "friends"
That’s the reason the word it self ends with "end"
Get onstage with a legend, I’ll get a thousand shares
Drop a song, Less than half of y’all care!
Stop being so fake you ain’t proud of me
While I was fighting pain you weren’t around for me
Now you wanna piece of my cake?
Come and suck my dick
You don’t deserve this shit bitch!

[Outro]

Ayy-yo
To all the fuckin' fake ho's and all the fake homies who are like pretending to be like they're fuckin' proud of me

Like fuck y'all man!
Who the fuck are you bro? Who the fuck are you ho?

Acting like you fuckin' know me, now 'cause I'm going to places and shit
Like what the fuck, stop wasting my time man
Fuck y'all, Y'all don't know shit about me man
Suck my dick bitch!