Yeah, Fake niggas got the game falling
I give a fuck if you lames balling
You don’t like me, get to name calling
I speak my mind like I’m James Baldwin
Yeah, I’m raising hell while you’re facing L’s
Losing yourself chasing sales, that’s a major fail
I’m ringing bells, blazing trails, nigga my paper swells
All day I think of bars, blame my brain cells
I’m getting drunk if you can’t tell
Ain’t no gravity in this ho so I can’t fail
Fall, all you pussy boys go to hell
If I tell you what I know, I’ll probably go to jail
But I think too futuristic to ever become a new statistic
Like you predicted, right, I’m super gifted, right, and what I write is too descriptive
We can get pugilistic, or I can shoot the biscuit
‘Cause I shoot terrific, you will lose if you get the ruger twisted
Right, they’re wondering where that real rap was
Nah Statik, these niggas don’t want to rap, cuz
And I got some bloggers I don’t like at all
Fuck your site, nigga, put me on the cover of Final Call