Welcome

[Intro]
Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like many
They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with
Some men just wanna watch the world burn

[Verse 1]
Uh, blatant disrespect like my dick's erect in church
Soon as he pop me in the deck, niggas getting hurt
And those who rob me of respect, they can get the hearse
I get they bitch, had that broad screaming like she giving birth
Police is in the turf
I'm feeling work, this ain't a game
I ain't that nigga walking around different cause things have changed
I ain't that nigga that's about to be switching up I'm gonna remain the same
I certainly ain't gonna be talking about swagging my nigga
I'm not gonna make it rain
So whoever's too clever
And thinking they can do better, better go and get two sweaters and try to escape the weather
I make it better when I lyrically pop the beretta, get got for whateva, pushing 16 hot through ya sweata
And the 12 I just kicked is kicking the shit out of your 16's
Niggas know better, don't try to FUCK with something this mean
And if I keep goin', continue flowin' shit this pristine
It's only a matter of time before a nigga grip green
Shit I think the public really wants me to be on a fucking rant and causing panic
Take a stand, fuck all the antics, you don't have to understand it to be takin' shit for granted
If a nigga kicks some lyrics then the public's getting frantic

[Verse 2:]
Where's the mothafuckin' hook
I don't feel comfortable listening to shit I'm not comprehending I be fronting, pretending like I know what he's saying just so I can poke my nose into conversations
Dressing like a darkie, though I probably vote for Ronald Reagan, you betta' not mistake the complicated nature of a monsta' with an anga' problem, drunken off the anga'
Off the fucking resolation, hesitation is an exclamation Resulting in decimation, lacking in resuscitation
Nobody's bringing you niggas back to the land of the livin'
Every time that I get up on the track, whenever I'm gonna attack, when I get up on the track then I'm winnin'
Asshole, no fucking cheating unless it's afro
Hall of fame, Charlie Ray, the reason that the grass grow
I said welcome to the real, niggas know the deal
And speakin' of a deal, he ain't even got one
This shit he speaks is real and he don't need to steal
'Cause when he spits you with a fucking lovely shotgun
So try him if you want it because he wants it mo'
Heading to the castle, you know what he's coming fo'
And if you got it, better give it up, and smooth
Many have already died, nigga you can be one too