Someone To Talk To

[Intro] Rap God the album dropping May 20th And I got 'nother album dropping before that called A cold day in Hell, so y'all be ready for all that shit FGE shit man [Verse] I'm what you call an icon living C4 strapped and my timebomb ticking On the stage speaking truth, through the mics I'm gripping I became a millionaire using lifelines nigga Like I need to change my diaper and shit No hook I could go off for a nice 5 minutes I don't do this for the fame, I don't do this for the name Bitch I do this for the motherfucking lives I invented Still remember how it feel, when we couldn't pay the bills Hitting switches on the wall but the light's not flicking Started making smart plays, made it through them dark days 'cuz the dreams I was seeing had night-time vision Wasn't worried 'bout the shade, 'cuz my light shine different Every punch out the box Mike Tyson with it Money tall, used to ball, I was posted with the heat I was good on the block, I was Whiteside with it Cannon on me like a Tripod with it Can't be lacking in the field they got pythons in it (haa?) I done took a couple lives I admit it And it's right in my songs just like John Lennon Eddie Brock with the Glock, all black looking shy So much spitting got a nigga feeling like I'm Venom Listen to me and you might start winning You was hating should've taken that advice I was giving Well according to the likes I'm getting Hella hoes in my dick, shit I might start pimping (ey) I ain’t know that was your wife, I hit it She blew on me so much, shit I might start cripping No deal, still fly like a Priceline ticket Bandana to my motherfuckin Mikes, I’m dripping I am not the best rapper nigga, sike I’m kidding They don’t make em like this, bitch I’m Zion with it We don’t know nobody like you I ain’t off-white, cream on me albino Play around, you gon’ see me go psycho You gon’ see me air a nigga, no typo On my soul, I’ma slide like Michael Dead man coming soon, no Bible 40 pointed at his nose like a rhino Take shots to the face like a wino The PCs was the hood I was raised in Drug dealers move the rock like cavemen Unsolved murders, really no investigation The cops only care about it when you Caucasian War-ready, been addicted to the training I made it out the maze, now they calling me amazing Self-made, self-paid, never gave in When it comes to bars, I’m the nigga they be praising Rap god light em up like Raiden I will son a nigga, no Jaden Niggas know I got the crown, put more rappers underground Than Big Tigger Rap City in the basement I’m Aquaman, they cannot fuck with the flow They [?] I’m MJ, LBJ, A.K.A. the GOAT In the booth with my pole like I went out to vote I’m in my bag, I got bread by the loaf If I pop up with heat, then my nigga, you toast I roll up with sticks if they say they want smoke Bitch, you bout to die, you ain’t bout to get poked I stay with that iron ain’t got time for fighting Don’t come out to box and get wet up like soap Get wet like these tools when they bust like balloons I brought it for you clowns just to see if they float Niggas wanna hate, I don’t give no fucks Johnny Depp flow, always know I’d blow up Bruce Leroy how the boy glow up Am I the best? They be like “Sho’nuff” You ain’t heard about the rap god, go nuts You don’t know a rapper in the game so clutch I don’t even spit, nigga I throw up Making money in my sleep, big stacks, no bump Lost a couple homies in my past, so what? And the ones that quit on me ain’t have no luck Big stick make me walk with a limp, no crutch When I slide, you get whacked with a stick, no puck I’m balling bitch, you just sit in the stands Chris Benoit sauce, I got rips in my pants I pull up fly like I’m zipping my pants I’ve been fly for so long, they like when I’ma land? They say they a fan, they wish I was banned Only I can match me, I’m the Gemini Man You ain’t lit as I am They say he’s armed and dangerous every time I got a pen in my hand I will not sell my soul just to get an advance I swear I got more will than the Michelin Man Bitch, I’m the man, I been healing my fans Before you get discouraged, remember your plans If you heard my albums, I done taught you There’s several steps to getting money, that’s a walkthrough Record labels got you doing gay shit Put you on with a loan, but your soul’s what it cost you I speak the truth, I don’t mean to insult you Independent, whole squad making boss moves Rap god, punchlines so hard Finna flow, when I’m done, you gon think a nigga fought you They say he so wild, do the beat so foul, the producer gonna wanna file a lawsuit Gold clips when I Dance With My AK So you know I had to Kill ‘em With the Sauce too 40 on me, run up on me, I’ma off you Better change your route or you gon do what Randy Moss do I killed your homie, just in case that nigga lonely, Im’a send your ass to heaven so he got someone to talk to The shit you stay in rented, you a tenant Think you safe inside your home until I’m in it I’m a real menace, fuck Dennis Goin crazy with the cannon, when I shoot Cole Bennett Everything I rap, I really live it Kill off every rapper with my snippet Bout to make a movie, independent Tell me Tony push it to the limit Drive’s crazy like I’m tryna get a ticket Fighting demons, battling the wicked I was a menace to society My momma getting high cause she in love with the Caine, Jada Pinkett Lil nigga prayin god take my moms off of crack Young and dumb, told myself fuck a job, I’ma trap And if cheese is involved, you should watch for the rats Everybody on dick, my designer from Saks Bitches want me up inside of that cat No fronting, when I fuck her, got her eyes rolling back Play that tough role, you must want an Oscar for that Word to Kanye West, nigga stop with the cap Hit his pockets then pop him, you get robbed, you get whacked Try to run, like a bra you get popped in the back Fuck the cops, fuck the opps, and the guys that I whacked Niggas know I got bodies, tell me, why would I lack? I’m dependent on none, only counting on my gun Cause when Jesus died, wasn’t nobody watching his back Barry Bonds with a bat, yeah I’m finna snap Come down on ‘em hard like a lob up to Shaq Like a lobster, I snap I’m a monster, in fact Never lied on the track, you just blind to the facts This a victory lap, this a jog on the track I am Godzilla back mixed with god on the track So hard, I could make a train stop in its tracks So true, Goku, spirit bomb on the track Where his conscience be at? He beyond spitting crack I’m a master at work, I have conquered the rap If you hired Jay-Z and Eminem to write for and you resurrected Pac, still you not finna match