[Hook]
Immer mit stolz, always with pride
Put that on my life, ride to the died
Fuck the haters, and the objectifies
They don't know what they can't confide
Always wanna hate, never wanna side
Always say you're wrong, no matter who's right
Poppin' at my head, it's a wonder I survive
Who's really the reason that hip-hop died?
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I'm spitting fire at your dome like a choir to the throne
Get at me, I'm grown; so let's get it goin', dawg
My words are contradictment to the words that you be spittin', it
Humors me to finish it, my flow's killing you, isn't it?
Show me hating bodies, I'll smash 'em like wasabi
I get it popping, honestly. I'm hitting like tsunamis
Nigga, where I'm coming from - eating 'em like Dahmer, son
Scary like 21, I'm hotter than the summer sun
Pop it off like in your face, lick it bitch, get a taste
Pass y'all niggas like a race; back up boy, you're in my space
I'm working like a grocery store, paid just like a corner whore
As for respect, I've got more. I'll see you at the coroner
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Ch-ch-check my flow, watch me spit, check my style, watch me get
Check my game, watch me hit. Check, check, check, just watch me, shit
I'll come at you with my tech- nology aimed at your neck
Precision's got you in check. Last words, best say 'em quick
I ain't one for fun and games, I'm rolling through, taking names
Busting all y'all fucking lames, nigga what was you tryna say?
'Oh no, bruh, don't hit me up.' Pop one out; hit G up
Next time round I'll hit three up, then take it home; hit my re-up
Ha, ha, ha. No laughing matter. I'll roll through - your head be splattered
I serve your death on a silver platter, now tell me it don't fucking matter
I'm so sick, need an ICU. I'm so hot need an icy room
I'm so paid, need a bank or two. Nigga, I'm flying while you just blew
[Hook]
It's your girl Viar up in this thang, I come through with heat to slang
I come through with death to sang, nigga, best stay out my range
Splitting heads, rocking teeth. Get at me, your girl rolls deep
Pop y'all pussies like I'm in heat. Check the title, from V to the Z
Keep my name in your mouth. Hottest spitter from the south
Quickly, boys, bring 'em out. Assassinate, then on my route
Continue it, I'll smash your face. No competition, I hold first place
V to the R go on for days, test me and go separate ways
So while we push AKs, y'all push BBs, which got less power than if I sneeze
Come up claiming y'all blow trees, but nigga know them just bayleaves
So while I sit back with your chick and y'all run around all mad and shit
I'll knock some boots with your bitch cause Viarritz do it big
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