Death before dishonor, tiger blood y’all are fake
I let the .45 blocka blocka rob his cake
Dead Sea overlook the view from inside a grave
The dictionary definition of dominate
Ya'll weed Germantown brown lord, lots of shake
Fat bull, but my pockets never out of shape
You a ♥♥♥♥♥, security guards lock the gates
The Louis Vuitton bootleg, Prada fake
I’m tryin’ to make the same money that Madonna make
Eyes never lie, I’m surprised that you not with Jake
Rhymes in one take, record an album in an hour straight
You a pile of waste, I see a sucker and salivate
Cutting ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ off, time to consolidate
A thousand pounds of weight’ll force your heart to palpitate
It’s Armageddon for you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, lock the date
Any ♥♥♥♥♥ I meet means that I’mma copulate
My revolution will be met with Peter Tosh’s fate
That’s the reason that the God is tryin’ to populate
A connoisseur, I can tell you how the vodka taste
The .45 lift you, send you into outer space