Elimination Chamber

Yo, um, yo

Oh so cocky, you can't stop me in this old Versace

Nigga watch me in the streets like it's roller hockey

Your bitch is floppy, givin' sloppy while she call me papi

Takin' the doggies right to the face like she Kobiyashi

You niggas' flow is washy, I'm gettin' mines dry cleaned

Tight seam, it might seem, I'm sellin' bitches pipe dreams

Hi fiends, I'm back with a bag of them packed white things

My nikes clean, I see these niggas hatin' through my ice blings

I'm a bad motherfucker, I ain't use a rubber

Super lover, so soon you say hello to your newest brother

The truest colors what I bleed, but you ain't seen enough of

Nigga leakin', you gon' have to go see the deacon you stupid sucka

Young Dom, say you old niggas should wrap it up

You wack, focus back on the craft, you hardly rap enough

The fattest blunt and death to that pop-hop, I ain't ask for much

And stop askin' for the collabs cause all you bastards suck

This that thirty deep, it's Saugus shit, fire starter, squadron

Dodgin' coppers since, ask her why she droppin' cuz, it's probably cause

He prodigious, pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheesy

And bass leave your face greasy, artisan, paint easy

Thick bristle type nigga on a bitch steez

Stanzas diesel like Vic Tanny on a fritz, whoops

System overload, itchin' for a foe to poach

Spittin' like the engine on a motherfuckin' motorboat

Gold glisten under overcoat, missin' all

Affection for these niggas, redirectin' all these niggas

Very literal, type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal

Drunk and drivin', twisty, how he end up in the swimming pool?

Hundred stand against me, I'm a menace void a villain, sue me

Drivin' into fences cause I hit the whip a little woozy

Bitch I'm busy cruisin'

'Scuse me

Can't even walk up in the church without these niggas tryin' to testify

I live to die, better that than to live a lie

I rap better than most these rap veterans

Hard-headed and hopeless, hope that God let us in

Momma didn't wanna give birth to a nigga

Should've murdered a nigga, I'm a cancer to the youth

Automatics out the roof, 380 with the weave in it

On site, scary as prom nights with Carrie

Or car rides with Berry, that's Halle not Brent

Shootin' like Brent and his brother, doin' what daddy had did

Niggas want Grammys and shit, that's funny to me

Cause since the first take it's been about money to me

I'm just tryin' to get what Diddy got

Doin' what got Biggie shot

They told me that I wasn't shit, but left me in a litter box

Give it up and get a job

Uh, get a job bitch

I'm like the boss from the end of the Nintendo game

My brain is on another level, I can feel the Devil's pain

Only address me by my reverend name: the good doctor

The good author, good brain in a good Porsche

Dancin' drunk in dress pants like I'm a hunk

Backflip in a jacuzzi, forty floors inside the Trump

Front-flip into this high yellow Chinese bitch's rump

Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch

I roll a joint like a Motumbo arm- I'm high cousin

Every time I roll the dice it's five hundred

When I order wine, it's nine hundred, French chefs kneel before me

End of story take a shorty to the sortee

That's the bathroom, you already know what happens there

I pull my swimming trunks down, she suck me through the boxer

While I'm wearin' flip-flops

Shit's real, grip the wheel, lift steel

That's it

Woo, fuck yeah, hello

Fan fare, bravo, encore

Thats' a wrap