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