What up 3, let's get on the haters
It's the 7-88, another nail in the coffin
Walk into hell with many souls selling at auction
It's dirty like J.J. Michael in Thelma's apartment
Flurries of AK rifles and shells from a cartridge
Don't hate me cause a nigga doing hell of a sharp end
Speakers shake up your windows like elephants walk in
The fiends looking for drugs they don't sell on the markets
I mean hook 'em on up and live well in the projects
Niggas is pansies, I can't understand it
We talk straight forward and y'all niggas is slanted
My crew is outlandish, y'all crew is just average
Get up, get beat down, I'll put your face in the canvas
You all novice, we rapaholics
Nah, please don't hate us cause we Detroit ballers
We ball flawless, it's ours regardless
Do it from Rosa Parks to Coney Island
This for the niggas that hate
Niggas like me that's getting that cake
Worry about your own food, thinking 'bout Nickolas plate
The D got me I ain't even gotta sit and debate
About niggas that hate on all the little shit I create
I don't even worry about you little haters, I'm past y'all
So move over Speed on the track like a NASCAR
We pop open the bottles, blow rocks to your models
And smash out with older women and go cop me some bottles
My Cardi face niggas in here, what's up Cardi, Speed
Dwellay, Tone, 87, Marlon, Y.G
Kool E, QD, and young Ralph run south of the border
We give your mouth a disorder
In case you ain't heard, we the law and the order
We been known to bring it to you like a waitress short order
You oughta think smaller
Stop fucking with the best because the cake is much taller
This for you little hating niggas, man
I know it's all in your heart
We still love you though, man
Get some business, rookies
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