The Hardest Nigga Out

P! Ha ha ha

Uh yeah, P beat up the beat bastard

Beats from my heat and sleep deep in your green pasture

Mean rapper fuck is you lookin at

Fuck a autograph nigga, Ruck is a crooked cat

Uhh, look at that who you think them pants from?

Uhh, look at that who you get that dance from?

Psh, I don't dance for niggaz

I take trips for the shit and advance on niggaz

This is anti-bitch boy, whack niggaz fall back

This is the verse that niggaz could never call whack

The illest nigga in Nebraska, I'm Method Man

Clown nigga, yellow leather, weapon fam

And I smoke a lot too

Come from black church with polka dots troop

Ha ha y'all get it later

P Body the great but it get greater

Fuck with me!

Yo, listen

Uh, slap when the sket blow

Bum-ass nigga, no snaps on the petrol

I'm a Mastercard pa you just a Metro

Straight train fare, I'm not believin your chain here

Coke blow, nose blow nigga to reindeer

On my grind, sometimes I be rockin I be rockin

Steady your home, big sket weapon is chrome

No slot, +6 Minutes+ Doug E. Fresh on the phone

Listen, death be quick, gat be nimble

You strapped but you whack as you sat wit'cha back to the window

I'm child gun fat rap gat to your temple

Stay in your lane lame plain and simple (yes)

I dedicate this to the eighty-fivers

Wholeheartedly hand stage divin Mercedes drives

Who, I will pop you black

The big hand you science you writin is that Yacub rap

See you in hell!