[Hook]
These n***** ain't bigger than me
These n***** ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These n***** ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These n***** ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These n***** ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
n***** talking that s*** 'bout the new generation, man
f*** these n*****, I'll slash your f****** faces
[Verse 1]
You n***** ain't sold s***, not an album or a rock
p**** n**** putting rings on my old b****
d*** down the throat a** n*****, old ho' a** n*****
Happy cause you went gold a** n*****
These n***** ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than me
f*** out my section you ain't sitting with me
This for very important people, it's clear that we not equal
Clear you n***** f*****s, I'm the black Marshall Mathers
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this m***********?
Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this m***********
California throne and I'm the King on this m***********
I don't wanna hear it - weak a** lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we gon' feel it
Old lost a** n*****, voice crack when you talk a** n*****
Rolling blunts for the boss a** n*****
I came in with 'Ye, Jeezy and boss a** n*****
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft a** n*****
Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that s***
May you Rest in p***, you f*** n*****, eh
Frank Ocean go ahead and f*** these f*** n*****
(Yeah, they f*** n*****) Ain't no 3 stacks in your class
Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your a**, b**** boy
[Break]
n***** already f***** your b****, you b**** boy
And every time you kiss your b**** you suck my d***, you b**** boy
And when you buy that ho a bag that b**** carry my bricks, you b**** boy
[Verse 2]
I was in the XXL, Red Chucks 'round my neck
I was the G in the Unit, had Buck round my set
Word to the Rhymes, had Busta Bust round my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set
I'm from Compton where that Glock can't f*** with that Tec
That's some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck
This is Spawn in the flesh, you a p*** hit reset
Five in the chest, I'm Makaveli the Don in the vest
Don't say "What's up" when you see me, you a p**** n****
Strangé, fake a** Kanye, fake a** Weezy
Fake a** jewelry, how I know? I'm at the p*** shop
n**** better off jacking Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much more 'til the Game drop
So you can suck my d*** and Complex can count my name drops
I been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog house
f*** all these p*****, give me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre told me ball out
Stunna put me on a private jet then we balled out
Landed in Miami, met some b****** ate 'em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's saw about
"Ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
"Ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
[Hook 2]
These n***** ain't bigger than me
These n***** ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These n***** ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These n***** ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These n***** ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
n***** talking that s***, 'bout a new generation
Old emoji a** rappers, all their smiley a** faces
f*** n*****
[Outro]
Frank Ocean go ahead and f*** these f*** n*****
"Ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
"Ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
"Ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
"Ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
Drop your single, I drop dreams on that m***********
I should let my daughter scream on this m***********
The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this m***********
Ride out
Blood money, we gon' ride out
Ride out
And don't think I won't send six n***** to your hide out
Rich Gang
These n***** ain't bigger than me
These n***** ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These n***** ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These n***** ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These n***** ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
n***** talking that s*** 'bout the new generation, man
f*** these n*****, I'll slash your f****** faces
[Verse 1]
You n***** ain't sold s***, not an album or a rock
p**** n**** putting rings on my old b****
d*** down the throat a** n*****, old ho' a** n*****
Happy cause you went gold a** n*****
These n***** ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than me
f*** out my section you ain't sitting with me
This for very important people, it's clear that we not equal
Clear you n***** f*****s, I'm the black Marshall Mathers
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this m***********?
Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this m***********
California throne and I'm the King on this m***********
I don't wanna hear it - weak a** lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we gon' feel it
Old lost a** n*****, voice crack when you talk a** n*****
Rolling blunts for the boss a** n*****
I came in with 'Ye, Jeezy and boss a** n*****
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft a** n*****
Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises
Mute BET Cyphers, cause I don't wanna hear that s***
May you Rest in p***, you f*** n*****, eh
Frank Ocean go ahead and f*** these f*** n*****
(Yeah, they f*** n*****) Ain't no 3 stacks in your class
Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your a**, b**** boy
[Break]
n***** already f***** your b****, you b**** boy
And every time you kiss your b**** you suck my d***, you b**** boy
And when you buy that ho a bag that b**** carry my bricks, you b**** boy
[Verse 2]
I was in the XXL, Red Chucks 'round my neck
I was the G in the Unit, had Buck round my set
Word to the Rhymes, had Busta Bust round my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set
I'm from Compton where that Glock can't f*** with that Tec
That's some Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck
This is Spawn in the flesh, you a p*** hit reset
Five in the chest, I'm Makaveli the Don in the vest
Don't say "What's up" when you see me, you a p**** n****
Strangé, fake a** Kanye, fake a** Weezy
Fake a** jewelry, how I know? I'm at the p*** shop
n**** better off jacking Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much more 'til the Game drop
So you can suck my d*** and Complex can count my name drops
I been the underdog, I'm cool in the dog house
f*** all these p*****, give me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre told me ball out
Stunna put me on a private jet then we balled out
Landed in Miami, met some b****** ate 'em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what it's saw about
"Ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
"Ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
[Hook 2]
These n***** ain't bigger than me
These n***** ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These n***** ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These n***** ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These n***** ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
n***** talking that s***, 'bout a new generation
Old emoji a** rappers, all their smiley a** faces
f*** n*****
[Outro]
Frank Ocean go ahead and f*** these f*** n*****
"Ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
"Ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
"Ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
"Ying, ying, ying" on a m***********
Drop your single, I drop dreams on that m***********
I should let my daughter scream on this m***********
The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this m***********
Ride out
Blood money, we gon' ride out
Ride out
And don't think I won't send six n***** to your hide out
Rich Gang