Uh
V to the izzay
Chicago, we on the map now
Lot of new faces in the game
Looks like it's about our time
Some of y'all getting ahead of y'all selves, claiming y'all kings
I respect what y'all doing, but I air all y'all the fuck out
On the eye of a violent storm, darkest cloud on a funnel mission
With slugs that travel through barrels with tunnel vision
Clips too extensive, spit too offensive
From the Chi, love don't live here no more, rent too expensive
Push weight in a sentence 'til I'm knocked awaiting my sentence
Am I God's personal weapon of mass destruction or Satan's apprentice?
Nice, but I'm hating repentance
Coca-Cola killer, twist your shit, leave a prize under every cap
No blatant resentments
Look, let the drama come, I'm bent on having it
The crown don't move, whoever intends on grabbing it
Is fighting off full-blown AIDS with Flintstone tablets
Whether niggas feel me or not, regardless (Bow)
Heartless (Bow), spit in front of the hardest (Crowd)
If they start booing, I'm sticking fans Artest style
Recognize, bitch, the darkest cloud
Motherfuckers, I'm back
Guess who's back in this bitch again, full term
Yep, your worst fears confirmed, you better learn
The crown don't move, wait your turn
What else can I s-zay? (V to the izzay)
Guess who's back in this bitch again, full term
Yep, your worst fears confirmed, you better learn
The crown don't move, wait your turn
What else can I s-zay? (V to the izzay)
Long range shitting
I'm an asshole with a built-in sniper lens
Your top ten rapper's top ten got no type of wins
I've been nasty since birth, fuck a jersey
The Hall of Fame retired a couple of my shitty diapers then
The truth since my umbilical was chopped from the navel
Darkest Cloud didn't go pop, but I'm stable
Never been dropped from a label
I gauged my career to a fat bitch at a buffet
And brought a lot to the table
The game's less diverse, so fuck peace until I left my curse
And rookies claiming they the best since Big's death, die worse
Bitch, please, you have yet to spit some shit
That can fuck with a Left Eye verse (That's real talk)
I'm sonning as long as the one in the sky hung
They say the good die young
Mostly over bullshit and women that's high-strung
But them same bitches throwing me the pussy
Like they're runner-ups for the Cy Young
Guess who's back in this bitch again, full term
Yep, your worst fears confirmed, you better learn
The crown don't move, wait your turn
What else can I s-zay? (V to the izzay)
Guess who's back in this bitch again, full term
Yep, your worst fears confirmed, you better learn
The crown don't move, wait your turn
What else can I s-zay? (V to the izzay)
I hold it down for my niggas that's
Spending they last days in the county
And the bitches that's sending them work laced in the brownies
For the niggas that pop jets, I'm raising the bounty
'Til your brain's on your moms with the shell casings around me
That's real talk with real chalk on you
Resting in a twin Glock coma, the flow is glaucoma
Who's seeing me now? Out-MCing me now?
I win at 106, shitting on the audience
With AJ and Free in the crowd
And I ain't no fucking mixtape fake thug
Taking AK slugs in that pussy-shaped fake mug
And it's alright to show the late greats love
But some of y'all is riding dicks and
Don't know it like a date-rape drug
Catch me with your little niece on the couch
Kick her out the house, no blouse, capris on, slouched
I ain't fuck, I just poked at her throat like a Capri Sun pouch
Point blank, I'm a fucking problem, capisce? I'm out
(And there it is)
Guess who's back in this bitch again, full term
Yep, your worst fears confirmed, you better learn
The crown don't move, wait your turn
What else can I s-zay? (V to the izzay)
Guess who's back in this bitch again, full term
Yep, your worst fears confirmed, you better learn
The crown don't move, wait your turn
To whom it may concern, I'm (V to the izzay)
Yeah
Legitimate threat, legitimate threat
Yeah, something new
Back on the defense
It's that one-shot, one-hitter quitter
Limo, you a fool for this one, boy
Vakill, uh
Holla back
