Derrick Rose

[Verse] Look, this is a cypher not a battle But I could put a cactus in an asshole If you wanna get your shit ripped, you doubtful Hating on a rap flow, debating who's the last man standing I understand, you sleeping cause I'm bashful But damn dog, every last syllable gets crammed all In my flows, I'm white trash with Axe all in my clothes A lumberjack, so I smack axes at my foes I was whack but now I sound black on tracks And crackers act like "damn it, those are my goals" I could paint Picassos with my eyes closed And without either hands, you could tie those I am the definition of survival We all come from primates, I am in my prime though I liked it better when I had competition When I rapped on a mission Lazy ass got half the ambition Motherfuckers, y'all passion is missing So I could lay back, not that much a difference And the fact every track's is classic, never slipping I don't wanna hear these fake rap faggots ever mentioned Could you tell me when these fuckboys all start rapping? You is just a parody, bitch, you Paul Jackson I am not laughing, my list to attack Put your lips to some tacks, turn your shit all black and blue I am just a white boy, spit gold The realest out with the mind of a skitzo These hi hats sloppy cause I slipped the shit a roofie And fucked up the beat so hard, you think somebody else produced it But nah fam, I rape my own shit, that's incest There's not a man alive that couldn't say that I been blessed Cause if this was the real world, I'd probably be arrested But in rap, murder's not just legal, it's recommended So fuck it, I'm dunking in Timbs and jumping on rims Til there's a State Farm agent looking like he's my twin So if someone's sleeping on me, could you please let them know That I'm the next best thing since MJ, Derrick Rose And I treat the rest like Dikembe, get that weak shit out of here I'll send you up into another stratosphere These days, I'm packing up a briefcase Leaving SB, teenagers screaming my B-day And they got a story, how they know me I am just the guy that told you One day over time I'd blow up, time to show them It's the loud-blowing town that I'm now rolling in It's dark, going out, showing sin Nudes up in the halls, shooters in the malls for LeBrons Blowing O's like hooters in the bras The whole alphabet spewing out my jaws Y'all dank stank, I am rank Alpha to the dogs And to the kids who say I spit too black You gon' hate the verse I have up on that $wim$uit track