"Good drank, big knots. Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks (lean!). Drop top, no hot box. 12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops. She said the molly give her thizz face. Put the dick in her rib cage. Whips out, Kunta Kinte. Diamonds clear like Bombay. Take your babies, no Harambe. Play with keys like Doc Dre. 3K like André. And your girl, call her, come through."

"Good drank, big knots. Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks (lean!). Drop top, no hot box. 12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops. She said the molly give her thizz face. Put the dick in her rib cage. Whips out, Kunta Kinte. Diamonds clear like Bombay. Take your babies, no Harambe. Play with keys like Doc Dre. 3K like André. And your girl, call her, come through."

"I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar. Eleven albums and ten never got played inside of my car. I'd rather listen to Snitch9ine like sixty-nine times. And participate in sixty-nines with sixty-nine nuns than listen to you."

"Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang. Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang. Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling. (I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 Train."

"You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet. This ain't a diss, nigga. This is all lives matter except this nigga's."

"I sit at the throne, I sit at the throne, you niggas ain't nothing but some clones. I sipping that Dom Perignon, when I'm at the store they ringing me up."

"Thank God I was placed in this decade by mistake. I don't belong here, dad f****d mom in the wrong year. Wrong peers amongst niggas with wrong ears. Wrong dancing, funny sounds every songs weird. Wrong fashion its like everybody's gone qu**r."

"Think my soul has been marked, there's a hole in my heart. Yeah, I was about to— Man, I thought about it. It's unsettlin' to talk about it"

"Your self-esteem gone, cause I'm back now. Let's see if we can teach these niggas how to act now. You're kissing ass then, you jumping bad now. I check your ass then, I shut your ass down. And I deliver front and center never back down. Who get the last laugh now sucka nigga."

"Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up. I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, really I was tryna be calm. But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms. And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him. Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up. I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose. He had too much talk and not enough proof. I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him. Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up."