Hey, Em, it's Paul Uh, I was listening to the album Good fucking luck, you're on your own Guess who's back, back again? Shady's back, tell a friend Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Guess who's back? Da-da-da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da-da-da, da, da, da, da Well, look what the stork brung (what?) Little baby devil with the forked tongue (ha) And it's stickin' out, yeah, like a sore thumb (bleh) With a forehead that it grew horns from (look) Still a white jerk (it's him), pullin' up in a Chrysler to the cypher With the Vics, Percs and a Bud Light shirt Lyrical technician (yeah), an electrician (yeah) Y'all light work And I don't gotta play pretend, it's you I make believe (what?) And you know I'm here to stay 'cause me (why?) If I was to ever take a leave (what?) It would be aspirin' to break a feve' (yeah) If I was to ask for Megan Thee (what?) Stallion if she would collab with me Would I really have a shot at a feat? I don't know, but I'm glad to be back like Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick) I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh (like) Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick, poof) Just like that and I'm back, bro Now, back in the days of old me (when?) Right around the time I became a dope fiend (oh) Ate some codeine as a way of coping (mm) Taste of opiates, case of O.E. Turned me into smiley face emoji (woo) My shit may not be age-appropriate But I will hit an eight-year-old in the face with a participation trophy 'Cause I have zero doubts That this whole world's 'bout To turn into some girl scouts That censorship bureau's out to (shut me down) So when I started this verse It did start off lighthearted at first (hmm) But it feels like I'm targeted Mind-bogglin' how my profit has skyrocketed Look what I pocketed Yeah, the shit is just like y'all had been light joggin', and I've been runnin' at full speed And that's why I'm ahead like my noggin', and I'm the fight y'all get in When you debate who the best, but opps, I'm white chalkin' when I step up to that mic, cock it then "Oh my God, it's him, not again!" Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick) I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh (like) Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick, poof) Just like that, and I'm back, bro (break it down) Sometimes, I wonder what the old me'd say (if what?) If he could see the way shit is today (look at this shit, man) He'd probably say that everything is gay (like happy) What's my name? What's my name? (Slim Shady) So, how many little kids still wanna act like me? I'm a bigger prick than cacti be (yeah) And that's why these (what?) Words sting just like you were being attacked by bees (bzz) In the coupe, leaning back my seat (what?) Bumpin' R. Kelly's favorite group (uh), the black guy (guy) pees (pees) In my Air Max 90s White Ts, walkin' parental advisory My transgender cat's Siamese (why?) Identifies as Black, but acts Chinese Like a motherfuckin' Hacky Sack, I treat (what?) The whole world 'cause I got it at my feet (yeah) How can I explain to you (what?) That even myself I'm a danger to? (Yeah) I hop on tracks like a kangaroo And say a few things or two to anger you But fuck that, if I think that shit, I'ma say that shit Cancel me, what? Okay, that's it Go ahead, Paul, quit, snake-ass prick You male cross-dresser, fake-ass bitch And I'll probably get shit for that (watch) But you can all suck my dick, in fact Fuck them, fuck Dre, fuck Jimmy, fuck me, fuck you (what?) Fuck my own kids, they're brats (fuck 'em) They can screw off (yeah), them and you all (uh) You too, Paul (punk), got two balls Big as RuPaul's (whoa) What you thought you saw ain't what you saw (nah) 'Cause you're never gon' see me Caught sleepin' and see the kidnappin' never did happen (no) Like Sherri Papini, Harry Houdini I vanish into the thin air as I'm leaving like Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick) I'm 'bout to reach in my bag, bruh (like) Abra-abracadabra (and for my last trick, poof) Just like that and I'm back, bro

Uh, don't know what it took to have the time to break this pack down No handouts, lockin' off the trap house Whole lotta glizzys, nigga, please do not get ran down They sad, how? 'Cause a nigga brag now Rackades for cash out Cappin' from his damn mouth Can't escape, those tool out Think I need a new pound now I think he needs some new bands now They know my gang the hardest out I need 30 in this glizz to make it back out 18 to 36, I finesse the trap house My diamonds dancin' like they overloadin', crash now Bring back the dead now, who you want me bring back? My trap's the trap, trap He sneaky, backlash School of the hard knocks .40 in the backpack I take that loyalty to the heart so please don't backstab And this glizzy a friend of mine, just like a real friend Impressed now, she and I gonna get these real bands He talkin' all that crazy shit on the internet But I ain't with that My shooters split shit My niggas drive shit and send shit out like spaceships Uh, don't know what it took to have the time to break this pack down No handouts, lockin' off the trap house Whole lotta glizzys, nigga, please do not get ran down They sad, how? 'Cause a nigga brag now Rackets for cash out Cappin' from his damn mouth Can't escape, those tool out Think I need a new pound now I think he needs some new bands now They know my gang the hardest out He need some new bands Think he need some new friends I gave him new swag Gucci with some New Balance Ball like March Madness Not like the Dallas Mavericks, ay Had to back it up like a alibi Brr, ice it up, I don't panic, ay He just seem to vanishin' Way too neat, can't manage him On the block, he go again They can't even notice him I'm in the trap with packages Most of them can't manage it I'm on the block with savages None of them not innocent Fuck with the kid, 'cause I'm so lit And kinda dangerous I had to come up off of nip In the trap I had to live He lookin' drippy, got turned to a lick He runnin' around and he losin' his stick She runnin' around and finessin' a trick They wanna know what Houdini did To break this pack down Handouts Trap house, uh Nigga, please do not get ran down, no, no Uh, don't know what it took to have the time to break this pack down No handouts, lockin' off the trap house Whole lotta glizzys, nigga, please do not get ran down They sad, how? 'Cause a nigga brag now Rackets for cash out Cappin' from his damn mouth Can't escape, those tool out Think I need a new pound now I think he needs some new bands now They know my gang the hardest out

Slatt, slatt Gats on gats, oh, straps all in the backseat (In the back, all up in the back seat) Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Straps on straps Got shooters in the backseat, oh She a freak She fuckin' to my tracks, oh oh Free the guys They told me heard me on the radio So I can't slip, I keep my stick My whole gang, they tryna score And I talk fast, uh All these niggas cappin', oh Oh snap, 'cause they done leaked his photo In the back and I got me a 44, oh Make him giddy up Like the horse up on his Polo I'm on the road I'm makin' plays just like it's Madden MCM hold my hammer, I perc with fashion These niggas don't want no smoke They don't want no static Fuck the doctor We gon' send your homie to a casket And fuck the doctor We gon' send your homie to a casket We ain't runnin' on no hardwood for a basket She say that she want a savage, a little lavish Run up on him, let him have it, fatal damage (Oh) slatt, slatt (run up on him like oh) (Shoutout my nigga J Neat, man) Straps all in the backseat, yo (In the back, all up in the back seat, yo) Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Ay, ay, she kinda nasty, yo Ay, ay, she a battri ho Ayy, ayy, I'm in my bag, get some more In my bag, get some more Pop a tag, get some more Ayy, baby, I be on the road Baby, I be on the go Baby, I be gettin' dough Ay, she poppin' bottles, that's for sure Poppin' xannies, that's for sure Do the gang, you gotta go Uh, ay, do the gang, you gotta go In the trap, I let it snow M Sav, he gon' let it blow Free K Sav up on the road Then we just rock another show She give me top, but goin' low Couldn't stop, she such a pro Never disrespect the bros Before I go and sell my soul I'd rather sell a brick of dope In the field, you tryna cope In the field, we tryna score Sniper gang, we totin' scopes Ask her what's her horoscope I'ma need you to play your role (Play your role, play your role, play your role) (I don't really need you, lil' ho) (I just really need, though) Slatt, slatt (I don't really need no more) Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, wass Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Kinda nasty, I'm in the back seat Shouldn't love me...

(Ayy, Big, good lookin') Whoa You gon' do what to who? Huh? (What?) Lil' nigga, I dare you (let's go) I'm the same nigga that ride with that one And make niggas sit down like it's musical chairs How you gon' flex with a rack? Stay yo' ass in the back Boy, I spend that shit on my bitch hair I'm the same nigga that ride with that one And make niggas sit down like it's musical chairs (I make shit disappear) Let's go (let's go), uh (whoa) Don't walk with the devil (don't) Grim Reaper Gang, nigga, go get the shovel Unlawful possession, I stay with that metal (stay with that fire) I put that fire on whoever Like, fuck the A.T.M., I gotta go to the teller Freaky lil' bitch, she do tricks on the dick Pull a move on a opp, do whatever I tell her, whoa You gon' do what to who? Huh? (What?) Lil' nigga, I dare you (let's go) I'm the same nigga that ride with that one And make niggas sit down like it's musical chairs How you gon' flex with a rack? Stay yo' ass in the back Boy, I spend that shit on my bitch hair I'm the same nigga that ride with that one And make niggas sit down like it's musical chairs (get yo' ass outta here) Black and white coupe like I'm ridin' a panda bear (phew) Drop-top the coupe, we get outta there (outta there, let's go) When I pop out, it's a scene, get you stopped and starin' Known to hit the spot, but I'm never there Still in the city, opps say that I'm never there Been behind ten with that iron like some silverware Whoa, poppin' my shit, know they hate that I made it here Uh, I feel the shade in here, hope you don't play in here Nigga gon' lay in here (nigga gon' die in here) Yap, killers with 'Ks in here You know that we 'bout it, yes sir, we could take it there (you know we could take, let's go) On my wrist is a chandelier, now is my time, had to grind, it's done taken years Designer, high fashion, I stay in the latest gear (whoa, whoa) Houdini, Big Scarr, how I make niggas disappear (phew) You gon' do what to who? Huh? (What? Phew) Lil' nigga, I dare you (I dare) I'm the same nigga that ride with that one And make niggas sit down like it's musical chairs (phew, phew) How you gon' flex with a rack? Stay yo' ass in the back Boy, I spend that shit on my bitch hair I'm the same nigga that ride with that one And make niggas sit down like it's musical chairs (phew, phew, phew) You gon' do what to who? Huh? Lil' nigga, I dare you I'm the same nigga that ride with that one And make niggas sit down like it's musical chairs (phew, yeah, phew) How you gon' flex with a rack? Stay yo' ass in the back Boy, I spend that shit on my bitch hair (yeah) I'm the same nigga that ride with that one And make niggas sit down like it's musical chairs (phew, phew, go) Big C.E.O., who signin' the checks? Playin' with 'Wop, get shot in the neck (grrah) Youngins goin' rookie and shoot for respect, so Icy the gang and we kill for the six (huh) Trap out the duplex, bricks in the shouflet, dick in yo' girlfriend mouth like a toothpick (whoa) Fuck all the music, tryna be cool, shit, chopper so long that it look like a pool stick (damn) Niggas ain't on my level (nah), everyone I sign a stepper (stepper) All my artists go platinum (plaque), all your artists don't medal (yeah) Lotta these niggas be jealous (jealous), know this chess, not checkers (chess) Gucci got a long-ass record (huh), he'll put a young nigga on a stretcher (grrah, grrah) You gon' do what to who? Huh? (What? Phew) Lil' nigga, I dare you (I dare you) I'm the same nigga that ride with that one And make niggas sit down like it's musical chairs (phew, phew, phew) How you gon' flex with a rack? Stay yo' ass in the back Boy, I spend that shit on my bitch hair I'm the same nigga that ride with that one And make niggas sit down like it's musical chairs (phew, phew, phew, phew) You gon' do what to who? Huh? (Phew) Lil' nigga, I dare you I'm the same nigga that ride with that one And make niggas sit down like it's musical chairs (phew, phew, phew) How you gon' flex with a rack? Stay yo' ass in the back Boy, I spend that shit on my bitch hair I'm the same nigga that ride with that one And make niggas sit down like it's musical chairs (phew, phew, phew)