SCAMAICA REBORN
[Verse 1: Ham Sandwich]
Always countin on the opps, I'm a pessimist
Pull up in that big body like it's Deca-Dence
Took a couple tabs and now I'm telling him the testament
Lookin for a war and get death, famine, and pestilence
I'm out of place, like I walked in with an elephant
That nigga doin the most, he still irrelevant
My niggas stick to the post, we got a regiment
Compared to us, the opposition in a deficit
If we got a problem, the .40 is gonna settle it
Bullet hit his neck, and he speakin with an impеdiment
Brody hit my line, he was askin about an еstimate
Tell him that I need me a milli, or I ain't sending it
Dust shooting through a nigga trap till he drop a piece
Red light, stop sign, ain't nobody stopping me
This yo bitch, then why the hell is she topping me?
Moving everything in my city, got a monopoly
Blue up on my body like I'm Cad Bane
Think I got the world on my shoulders from all the back pain
Demon on my meat and she giving a nigga mad brain
And I really needed that, I had a bad day
Fuck a check, boy I need to get the cash payment
Niggas spinning through his block, like we Tazmanian
Lil nigga wanted smoke till I ashtrayed him
I leave a rat behind but you Ash trading
(cuz you know one time) he got a Raticate
I remember watching cartoons on a Saturday
Hit a nigga with a harpoon, he need disaster aid
If her booty flat, I'ma tell her put her ass away
Heh, I'd rather mash the bait
If I'm pulling up on your block you better evacuate
Guaranteed banger when the Glock and I collaborate
Reverse ku klux black people are the ma-
I was advised to not elaborate
She a sleeper agent, give the word and then she activate
Pussy so good, I was geekin off the aftertaste
He water whippin, if I pull up, he evaporate
Sayin he a royal, he ain't gettin past the castle gate
Eyes wide, so I know they can't assasinate
I see em movin, but we movin at a faster pace
If I see mynigga hungry, I'mma pass a plate
The way I'm movin, all these niggas almost have to hate
Cuz I been clearing in a field they tryna saturate
And I've been sealing every deal at almost half the rate
I know that niggas are salty, I know they acetate
I'm in the cut, and they still tryna lacerate
I seen em order the book, and I'm on chapter 8
I see em lookin for air, they tryna aspirate
Like did nobody tell you not to procrastinate?
Pass an eighth, I'm finna spark it up
Boy this the wrong kinda tree to be barking up
Homie this the wrong kinda beef, tryna start with us
Pull up in a Walmart fit and make em mark it up
Heh, this the new drip
Homie you ain't funny anymore, get a new bit
Your drums ain't bangin anymore, get a new kit
Your girl won't bang me anymore, get a new bitch