The Worst

[Hook – Modesty] Hide from the lies How do they plan to take me alive? I’ve walked across them all Yet they never seem to catch me [Verse 1 – Young Chris] Cold summers, hot winters Cold turkey was a nigga’s hot dinner Hard headed, hot temper Y’all boys was pretty soft as I remember Out in Hollywood, [?] smoking that Cali good I don’t drink milk, kush doing a body good Baby give me twirl, I’ll fight for a nigga’s girl Body Frank, 2010 I’ll rule the world [?] dinner, Versace t-shirts, except your sneakers Fuck haters, got extension in every heater For every diva, fuck her then I leave her Like I die and get the wounds, what the fuck is left to keep her Coming through the speaker, headline little feces Feeling of the least just watching us from the bleachers Back knee deep in the streets, no way to reach us Dudes can’t paid to get taught the shit they teach us Broad day, rockabies, lullabies “I don’t know shit on tour” my alibi Told y’all keep it stylist and tie the tie Perfect without practice, Allen I Ho niggas talk shit and apologize Even with the millions you niggas is not as fly 6 feet deep for the week, it’s not a lie Push it down so them niggas know not to try No I’m not surprised you niggas hang together Lames together, Twin desis saying together (Raa raa) Death, aim right above the neck The beast is here, the gunner arrived The odds against him, you hear my hunger and strive Man you niggas is fake, something to rob Dead I tell you nigga the gunner alive Told em he the [?] type got rid of it Now she at Barney’s swiping unlimited Ride till the end of it, here to benefit If you been in it, UPS connect when I’m sending it A [?] suit, Emmit Smith In the shoe with a ladder the same height as me What it do? Fuck the shoe whoever sent you a sucka too Headshots, bullshit vests we bucking through With your knuckle too, beat him to a bloody pulp Stab me in my back, so fuck him, I cut his throat Gun em all, serve em raw, don’t cut the coke He’s a pussy deep down inside, just tough approach They get sent little cells and they ounce flips When H buckles can’t spell or pronounce shit Never nigga, that’s tryna beat down shit Same one you think you down with gon get you down quick Duck duck goose when the pound lifts Hospital gown, pull the plug on this clown bitch When the town hot I’m out of town shit Hustling, small town ship, tying down shit Same niggas that you down with Gon be the same bitch niggas you get found with Young niggas down and shit for allowances Tip talk to him with the silencers (Blaow) [Hook]