Judas

Take a walk

I gotta change the rear

I said fuck off

Ayo

Ayo

Fuck these niggas, yo

Ayo

Three shots left his stomach out

Dome-ass nigga, these ain't coming out

Niggas tying rope around your fam, yo

With shooters so high the nigga won't land, yo

Wrist a hundred grand, yo

All gold stove every wall got a Van Gogh

Whipped the work, so incredible

Fiend got the pack bit it open like it's edible, Lord

Sb skater on a hater

Phantom on Fairfax, they thought I was a Laker

Don't get embarrassed by the merits

Murals of Paris, I ain't never been to Paris (never)

Murals of Phoenix, I ain't never been to Phoenix (never)

And Tom Ford suits on Bobby "The Brain" Heenan

Boston crab, the whole slab

Before I go broke, I'll get the mac and the mask

Over the baby crib, my nigga where the stash at

My man killed his family, killed himself and smoked a bad batch

Woo, this Margiela on Mad Max

Purge a bitch, titties look fake plus ass fat

Woo, niggas doubted, now they pay homage

New deal with money to send my kids' kids' to college

Ayo, do the knowledge

Ayo, peace to Knxwledge

You niggas garbage

Fuck y'all niggas, man

Niggas ain't shit, man

Yeah, these niggas garbage

Uh, the Fendi monster shit for me and my conglomerate

I heard a lot of niggas spit, but nobody that's dominant

Nobody that's consistent and that's obvious

The music speak for itself

And plus I got murals in other continents (that's me, nigga)

Most of these rap niggas living in they momma's shit

They pushing forty and broke, the safety on the 40 is broke

Uh, I blic until you lose consciousness (uh-huh)

High school dropout spitting like I got a doctorate degree

I'm what's popping, bitch, you opposite of me

2016 nobody dropping hotter shit than me

You see I dotted my I's and now I got it to a tee

My goons love me so much, they wanna body shit for free

Like, fuck the (them my niggas, man)

Fuck the bag, they don't need it

They just wanna squeeze and leave you deceased, at least a paraplegic

Hit in my head and walked the 'spital, please believe it (uh)

Like three days later, now they're comparing me to Jesus

I walked on water, nigga, I made the blind see

Turned water to champagne, twelve shooters behind me

Those my disciples, all me verses on a God-level, nigga

You should find those in the Bible, look (talk to 'em)

I don't think no rapper can fuck with me (uh-uh)

Nigga feel different, tell him to get in touch with me

Rap shit, street shit, come and see what's up with me (what's poppin', nigga?)

Fifty round sticks just to air out your fuckery (brrt)

Bloaw, bloaw

Wanna try the red one?

The red one's even better

Let me smell it

It's like that shit we were drinking in Paris

Let me try it, hold on

It's not mouthwash

No, but you wanna aerate it a little bit

But it's like putting fucking, uh, shot

Well, taste it first, see if you like it

I don't like it, send me, see what else you guys got

Do you like it? It's a little funky

It is weird

It is, right?

It's mad unfiltered, you like?

Pour it up, just pour it