Writer's Block

[Verse 1]

I ain't callin' names cause all of y'all the same

Plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up

All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up

Cause they know their hands tied, feet ball and chained up

Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent because of my relationship

With Marshall used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck

We the same, cause I'm probably 'bout to fall out with a young buck

While I attempt to fuck the fuckin' game up

Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat

You are hearin' bars like your ear against a Kit Kat

Shady guys like the Navy, try us, wavey bye-bye

Maybe my Glock can turn your top to Baby's Maybach

My shit is parvo, literally sick, trust me, nigga, it's ugly to kill the thing

If the bigger I get the more disgustin' and fuckin' disfigured it gets

Niggas just want me to go pop, oh, stop

Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast

I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca

Niggas that'll smoke you while you starin' in your postbox

Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'

While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen

I'm back, mothafucka, notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL

I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers

How y'all realer? If I said it, I did it

If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer

Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa

That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up

Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup

Making the mistake was like my only teacher

Wait 'til they get a load of me cause

[Hook: Royce and Eminem]

I've got Guccis on my feet, diamonds on my neck

Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my dick, but y'all already said that

Choppers in the trunk, models in the front

Bottles in the club, but I don't give a fuck, but y'all already said that

Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard

For me to come up with shit to say, ay

I'm at a loss for words cause y'all already said it all

I think I'm runnin' outta cliches, I'm gettin' writers block, psyche!

[Verse 2]

When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it

Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built

Floatin' on the same water Moses split

Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill

Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet

Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid

You dudes is too excited

You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal

You will just be another victim, I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie

I'm a little twisted, I roll like the end credits in movies,

y'all just got scripted

Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one

when she wit ya when she wit me

She bobbin', not vibin' tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper

I'm a serpent with a purpose, havin' problems? Not a problem

I've encountered, I have found elephants, lions, clowns

Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus

If the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds

Pun intended, gun extended, what are you marks askin'?

Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it

Since I decided to start class this, all black, all glass

Panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent

I authorize my own all-access

Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'

Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan

Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam

Interscope I been this dope, now sell it, my voicemail is full

Got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes and they tryna mail ?em to me

Tryna reach my phone, I don't know which one is harder

Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

[Hook]

[Outro]

Man, get the bozac, we need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava!)

Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)

Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real on the strength

No diggity, I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on

Haters, get the gas face!

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