Ayo, MF DOOM the room
Been it to 'em, swear the big rolls and half moons
Black cat the tower on the shower, we had balloons
Nigga ain't get paroled, oh this bad news
Bad news, this shit is bad news

Wifey ain't wrote me in a week
I'm in the hole, gotta wash up in the sink
This shit is bad news, nigga
It's bad news, it's bad news, nigga
It's bad news, it's bad news, nigga

Pissing PJ in the fountain of life
Riccardo Tisci on the Geechi, cook ounces of white
Off-White camo jacket with the MAC-10
Check, boys thirsty on the lemon they etched in
Ayo, I swear I be the illest ever
Stash your work in the more cellar, burning lever
Catch me in the hoompty when I'm making my drops
My young boy shot everything, making it hot
Flow is retarded, putting coke up on the market
Coca-Cola, bape sweat suit had been the karma for us
Recorded down in Charlotte, we the hardest
Heard these stomachs on the corner, they were starving
Allahu akbar, all are famous, over stoves Joe Namath
Warhol camo-suit, paintings in the latest
Every bar is classic, Lord, raw ain't it
44s drawing his face, that nigga faded
I'm the new Kool G, Nas in his prime
Big L spirit embedded mixed with Chi Ali
Had Lizzie Clay sucking dick bagging up keys
Glock 10 poking out the PRPs
Jeez
It's bad news, it's bad new-ew-ews
Ayy

Wifey ain't wrote me in a week
I'm in the hole, gotta wash up in the sink
This shit is bad news, nigga
It's bad news, it's bad news, nigga
It's bad news, it's bad news, nigga

Young Rambo, uh, beat you with the gun handle
Young Randall when I scramble
Gun blam you, lead by example
Still in the hood giving out samples
My bitch rock Balenciaga sandals
Speak Español, Chicago bands watching scandal (Cap)
I push the salmon colored Lambo
Ample opportunities that had you cancel
Been talking teddy bears, candles
Obituaries on the fucking mantle
Niggas get trampled then found a week later in the bando (Ha)
Mobbing like Marlon Brando
Hannibal Lecter, MAC-11s on the dresser (K)
With a compressor, put you on a stretcher, we no pressure
Finesse it, scrape the side of the pyrexer
Get the extra, we go and get some head from Vanessa
A buck 60 in the Tesla
The OG got the trap jumping, Clyde Drexler
Nigga we next up

I became so large
If it wasn't for the godmother that my reputation and connections expanded far beyond opens reach
I was at the top of the food chain, it wasn't nobody bigger than me
Griselda by Fashion Rebels