Who the fuck u kidding We ain’t seen you in the city Since puff changed his name to diddy Since the city gave us fiddy I ain’t running from it If you’re looking for a fight I’ll hit you in the stomach Cause I know ur coors light Alright Yo ever since Mac said they slapped you You been walk-in round with a bad attitude with ya shoulders down like the world is mad at you But actin like a clowns gonna end up beey bad for you even with Chris back in you Yea They gon laugh at you Kill ya self esteem have you hidin in ya attic room Yea this world is mean But U Making memes laughin at ya own jokes You ain’t gonna have no d when I’m coming for ya throat And I’m stompin on ya neck and ya phone Til Adam’s apples broke Yea TJ’s got faux fur But he’s got his own office I heard in yours you just a gofer You not a driver you a chaeuffer And you ain’t got no hope I put that on my father son and Holy Ghost They call me no joke Cause I keep no clowns around So use the telephone But keep yo ass outta town b Let’s make a fickin toast To the guy who wanted smoke Now I’m burnin down his house And he’s got no where to go You talk a bit game but you really just mini