YOU CAN NEVER MATCH ME !

[Intro]
My father suggest we make away to Sweden
Uh, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Okay, like, no respect, count my cheque, hit them with this fuckin' left
These stupid motherfuckers sayin’ shit, I put them to the test
I round my boys, I straight my vest, my middle finger to the rest
Ruzzy 'bout to talk his fuckin' shit, I speak it with my chest

[Chorus]
Tell that pussy-boy, "Get up out my face"
Motherfuckers out here running like a motherfucking race
You can never ever match me, motherfuckers ain’t pass me
AnarchoFuckHead, bitch, I am great like Gatsby
You be in the backseat, bitch, I'm in the front
Gas in my blunt, yeah, the shit white, Runtz
Smoking my problems away for my lunch
Smoking my opps all away, it's a hunch

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I really pack heat, put 'em in the trunk
I be runnin' like a track meet, bitch, I get these funds
Better call a fuckin' taxi, pussy boy wearin' Maxis
Everybody lookin' basic, comin’ outta the factory
Remember that back in the days, I was stacking, then K’s
Motherfuckers with me back then ain't here today
I’m tired of feeding these fuckers, no good lil' suckas
Who still ain't gon' buck up today?
Climbing my way, I be paving and starvin’
These motherfuckers must have really forgotten
Like, who the fuck put 'em on? You ain't the best
And I know you don't wanna hear it, you pressed
Man, fuck everybody and fuck all the rest
My choppa on me, and it's fuckin' suppressed
Man, nothing you do leaves me really impressed
Man, I do this shit 'cause I'm truely obsessed

[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah
Actin' like you know any better, you motherfuckers ain't better
Bitch, I'ma really go and get it, got a fuckin' vendetta
Keep a tool on my dresser, a motherfuckin' Beretta
To take the name to shame, motherfuckers they hate me
You ain't me, face that fact, you really been getting lazy
And I'm still getting racks, you never could really change me
Man, fuck that mold they put me in since a baby
All bark, no bite

[Chorus]
Tell that pussy boy, "Get up out my face"
Motherfuckers out here running like a motherfucking race
You can never ever match me, motherfuckers ain't pass me
AnarchoFuckHead, bitch, I am great like Gatsby
You be in the backseat, bitch, I'm in the front
Gas in my blunt, yeah, the shit white Runtz
Smoking my problems away for my lunch
Smoking my opps all away, it's a hunch

[Outro]
Okay, like, no respect, count my cheque, hit them with this fuckin' left
These stupid motherfuckers sayin' shit, I put them to the test
I round my boys, I straight my vest, my middle finger to the rest
Ruzzy 'bout to talk his fuckin' shit, I speak it with my chest