[Hook:]
These ni**as ain't bigger than me
These ni**as ain't Nas ain't Jigga to me
These ni**as ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These ni**as ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These ni**as ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
Ni**as talking that shit, bout the new generation
Man F**k these ni**as, I'll slash your f**king faces

You ni**as ain't sold shit, not an album or a rock
Pussy ni**a putting rings on my old bitch
Dick down the throat ass ni**as
Old ho' ass ni**as
Happy cause you went gold ass ni**as
These ni**as ain't spitting with me
You ain't sicker than me
F**k out my section you ain't sitting with me
This for very important people
It's clear that we not equal
Clear you ni**as fa**ots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**ker
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherf**ker?
Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherf**ker
California throne and I'm the King on this motherf**ker
I don't wanna hear it
Weak ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we gon feel it
Old lost ass ni**as
Voice crack when you talk ass ni**as
Rolling blunts for them boss ass ni**as

I came in with Ye', Jeezy and boss ass ni**as
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass ni**as
Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that shit
May you Rest in Piss, you f**k ni**as
Aye, Frank Ocean go ahead and f**k these ni**as (yeah they f**k ni**as)
Ain't no 3 stacks in your class
Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, bitch boy
Ni**as already f**ked your bitch, you bitch boy
And every time you kiss your bitch you suck my dick, bitch boy
And when you buy that ho a bag that bitch carry my bricks, bitch boy

I was in the Double-XL
Red Chucks round my neck
I was the G in the Unit
Had Buck in my set, word to the rhymes
Had Bust a bust around my set
Gave Who Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set
I'm from Compton
Where the glocc can't f**k with that tech
That's on bompton
40 Glocc got socked in his neck
This a spawn in the flesh
F**k all these pussys, give me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre told me

Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's all 'bout
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**ker

[Hook]

Eh Frank Ocean go ahead and f**k these f**k ni**as
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**ker
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf**ker
Drop your single, I drop dreams on that motherf**ker
I should let my daughter scream on this motherf**ker
The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherf**ker
Ride out
Blood money, we gon' ride out
Ride out
And don't think I won't send six ni**as to your hide out
Rich Gang