[Hook]

These niggas ain't bigger than me

These niggas ain't nas ain't jigga to me

These niggas ain't em, they ain't 50 to me

You ain't pun, you ain't pac, you ain't biggie to me

These niggas ain't crips, they ain't 60's to me

These niggas ain't bloods, they ain't dripping with me

Niggas talking that shit, bout the new generation

Man fuck these niggas, I'll slash your fucking faces

You niggas ain't sold shit, not an album or a rock

Pussy nigga putting rings on my old bitch

Dick down the throat ass niggas

Old ho' ass niggas

Happy cause you went gold ass niggas

These niggas ain't spitting with me

You ain't sicker than me

Fuck out my section you ain't sitting with me

This for very important people

It's clear that we not equal

Clear you niggas faggots, I'm the black marshall mathers

Like "ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker

Who needs hulk hogan when you got sting on this motherfucker?

Less than five albums, kiss the ring on this motherfucker

California throne and I'm the king on this motherfucker

I don't wanna hear it

Weak ass lyrics

Crying on the hook, thinking we gon feel it

Old lost ass niggas

Voice crack when you talk ass niggas

Rolling blunts for them boss ass niggas

I came in with ye', jeezy and boss ass niggas

Your freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass niggas

Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises

Mute bet cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that shit

May you rest in piss, you fuck niggas

Aye, frank ocean go ahead and fuck these niggas (yeah they fuck niggas)

Ain't no 3 stacks in your class

Take your top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy

Niggas already fucked your bitch, you bitch boy

And every time you kiss your bitch you suck my dick, bitch boy

And when you buy that ho a bag that bitch carry my bricks, bitch boy

I was in the double-xl

Red chucks round my neck

I was the g in the unit

Had buck in my set, word to the rhymes

Had bust a bust around my set

Gave who kid a glock in case they bust round my set

I'm from compton

Where the glocc can't fuck with that tech

That's on bompton

40 glocc got socked in his neck

This a spawn in the flesh

Fuck all these pussys, give me any name to call out

Left aftermath, dre told me

Black marshall mathers, time to show 'em what it's all 'bout

"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker

[Hook]

Eh frank ocean go ahead and fuck these fuck niggas

"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker

"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherfucker

Drop your single, I drop dreams on that motherfucker

I should let my daughter scream on this motherfucker

The industry soft, I should let miguel sing on this motherfucker

Ride out

Blood money, we gon' ride out

Ride out

And don't think I won't send six niggas to your hide out

Rich gang