You be fuckin with the lame niggas Be fucking with the same bitches Listenin to the same rappers (WHOA) Thinkin the game own them It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game Nameless rappers trynna flex his chains But he gets none else than shame Low niggas better stay in their slow lane Don't say my name like candy mane Flexing like gucci mane But get finessed like Trini James Versace and Gucci, these niggas the same Never been a gangbanger They claim to be in a gang When they get caught it's blame game Now the pussies is in a gangbang You talking guns like Hitman But you the one getting hit man Quit the fake gang, before they lock yo lifespan You be fuckin with the lame niggas Be fucking with the same bitches Listenin to the same rappers (WHOA) Thinkin the game own them It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game No opps can be on my side No thots can be on my line Thots be switching sides You on the opposite side like 69 Make your eyes go blind from my shine Rhymes hit you like a Tech Nine Rapid Fire like Tech N9ne Grabs yo knife, you won't be fine Check out for your spine I'll grab the mic, you won't be found Check out for your shine Turn this game into Columbine Burn these lame clowns to the ground It's fame or shame in this round Bitch niggas wanna wear Givenchy and Fendi But can't make fucking spaghetti Just another nigga trynna leave the ghetto Hoes ass niggas wanna talking all that shit But yo ass get pound on ghetto gaggers Stop acting like you Gotti When your pussy get exposed on snapchat Brag, jack and smack i never lack Black fat cat attacks the rats Grab the cash and run like flash BlacKyd give PTSD Bitch i'm the realest don dada I'm Montana with clips for bars No more skies, when i set the limits You be fuckin with the lame niggas Be fucking with the same bitches Listenin to the same rappers (WHOA) Thinkin the game own them It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game

I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) BlacKyd BlacKyd, bars on magma They lack saliva to low the lava Spit back to make your flow go seca Gonna take the globe over like Sega Hand them the rope like Red Omega Ban their hope for the low levels Hoe ass nigga giving blow for a promo Weird hoes talking bizz like Bizarro I turn the heroes into zeroes I turn the flow into subzero I froze my foes like subzero Toe to toe i beat'em up Flow to Flow i hit'em up Slow ass nigga i stay on top Slow ass nigga i stay on top You stay talking but ain't pull up I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I'm a superior emperor Don't compare me to inferior empire Can't pair me with them like water and fire I slaughter the game with a laughter like Joker Your rappers getting expire better retire My mind behave like Darkseid the ruler They said I'd be the next loser I brought trauma to your favorite rapper (BLACK BLACK BLACK) Take their fucking chain n make their neck loose (WHOA) I burn those fuckers and fake rappers Bunch of bitches doing the walk of shame They be sucking dicks for fake fame Make them scream goddamn like Famous Dex I'm a fucking threat to your crackheads Agress their progress, make them stress like unsafe sex Fuck'em i'm the greatest no one can contest I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat)

They called my designer fake I can't blame them They're the same Who gets Louis for 40$ Back then I got finessed He flexed that lil 200$ But I flip it for more This hoe from New York I knew he was a dork Turning on me for a corny whore (Bitch ass nigga Fuck you) But how can I worry If the gym got me gorgeous I can get braggadocio Cuz I'm happy and healthy Only missing habibi Balenci' got me looking both ways Cuz with this drip I can't keep balance (WOAH) My bread is always full Green Lettuce, Tomatoes And red onion on top Meat and blue cheese below Deadbeats will rent on the net But how can I worry When they're beneath me The teeth on my Givenchy Aren't shows Used to put hoes on chokehold Lemme see if I wasn't lucky I'll be the type to buy a city And get them to disown you I'll be playing monopoly With MTL real soon Soon to be a superstar Doing big move And I just started I'd be mad too If a nigga was Doing more than me Making more than me Living better than me I'll be wealthy When my homies turn greedy When my enemies will sue me But I'm Blac KYD the MVP Always been an NWA I can't go down so Easily (EAZY E) Like I said How can I worry When they only wanna fit it While I'm happy and winning I'm a reminder of their failure I don't want followers I want money makers Kelis brings the milkshake Blackyd brings the bacon Who the fuck scaring me Bitch Get off my body The dough brings all the hoes to the yard And they're like, we're better with you Damn right, where were you before I could leave you, and it wouldn't matter

Bitch I'm not playing with you When I get the broom These roaches know they doom I'm lyrically dangerous like MF DOOM Who trynna act hood When they be good with 5.0 5 hoes trynna get theirs holes poked Poke some foes with the filero Hoes talking about Dinero Like they didn't have to blow some load I know some crips and blood who be the gooniest They be cool and bool Until you does some uncool They gonna cock the tool And poke some holes inside of you Never been a goon Never ran my lips Because I ain't no bitch If you're a snitch or a switch You get the stitch I burn the bridge and the village I kill the flow like miscarriage In the rap game you get no privilege BlacKyd killing the game And closing the gate and your fate I escalate while you debate I am the saint of the rap game I spit the flame and put the shame The lame trynna claim my name Stay in your motherfucking lane For I cut the brake Like Bane, I break theirs backs You lack the skills to kill BlacKyd