Writer's Block

[Verse 1]
I ain't callin' names cause all of y'all the same
Plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know their hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent because of my relationship

With Marshall used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
We the same, cause I'm probably 'bout to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt to fuck the fuckin' game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearin' bars like your ear against a Kit Kat

Shady guys like the Navy, try us, wavey bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to Baby's Maybach
My shit is parvo, literally sick, trust me, nigga, it's ugly to kill the thing
If the bigger I get the more disgustin' and fuckin' disfigured it gets
Niggas just want me to go pop, oh, stop

Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
Niggas that'll smoke you while you starin' in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen

I'm back, mothafucka, notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL
I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all realer? If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa

That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
Making the mistake was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me cause

[Hook: Royce and Eminem]
I've got Guccis on my feet, diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my dick, but y'all already said that
Choppers in the trunk, models in the front
Bottles in the club, but I don't give a fuck, but y'all already said that

Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit to say, ay
I'm at a loss for words cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' outta cliches, I'm gettin' writers block, psyche!

[Verse 2]
When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet

Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be another victim, I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie
I'm a little twisted, I roll like the end credits in movies,
y'all just got scripted
Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one
when she wit ya when she wit me

She bobbin', not vibin' tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I'm a serpent with a purpose, havin' problems? Not a problem
I've encountered, I have found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
If the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds

Pun intended, gun extended, what are you marks askin'?
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start class this, all black, all glass
Panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'

Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
Interscope I been this dope, now sell it, my voicemail is full
Got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes and they tryna mail ?em to me
Tryna reach my phone, I don't know which one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

[Hook]

[Outro]
Man, get the bozac, we need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava!)
Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real on the strength
No diggity, I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on

Haters, get the gas face!

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