RELAPSE
• Written by LuKilla
Nigga I don't wanna hear some shit, from an
Annoying ass mumble rapping bitch, you got
The attitude like a snitch, don't think you should
Walk out in the hood, lest you getting hit, yeah
I ain't one to berate niggas for they choices
But you probably got schizophrenia like some voices
My style is some hot miscellanea don't look at my greatness
Pussy ass nigga dissing up, he must be audacious
Wouldn't be talking about yo' ass if you weren't so shameless
Calling us some mumbling rapping fools is dangerous
Unless your mumbling rapping's become contagious, bitch, yeah
Red Buick, blue Buick, we coming all up in yo' hood
Cruised through it, don't get misunderstood,
We ain't here for a battle we are here for a conquest
Don't be praying that you are spared, we come from the northwest
We come from Orange, spit so hard might need to take a lozenge
Been told not to go too hard on him, I don't give a sausage
I got money problems gotta pay bills gotta pay my mortgage
First I gotta deliver this nigga, it'll be some haulage
It's a mixed picture on your page, I'll be afraid to misjudge
A mix a disappointment and agony, to the table you don't bring much
I've been to Illinois and Philly seeing niggas who don't got lunch
And they still make better bars than you, you need a quick punch
Need some humility up in this place, yeah you don't got much