Alba s touto skladbou:
Rage Pack,
Okay I came in, no clout Small bank, and my big mouth
Small name but these big shots Know just what this kid’s ’bout
I said shit, then I meant shit, Coroner, I dead shit
I treat hoes, just like hoes, That throw bones go fetch shit
I’m pitbull, that ‘X’ shit That ‘goin in at they neck’ shit
That ‘we gonna have a problem if I am not on they next shit’
‘Cause I wreck shit can’t tame me I’m Eminem and I’m Jay-Z
I’m the renegade of this rap shit,me and all my boys like A Team
Fuck’s wrong wit y’all? This is my warning shot I better see you get ghost
Because I'll treat competition like hoes, skip conversation and cum at they throats
Boy I’m from the C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D and I will be reppin that until I die
And you either with me or riding against me so let me know put them L’s in the sky, lace up!”
Call me the man better yet call me the kid
Because nobody this young done what I did
Cause nobody this young gone through the shit that I went through these past couple years and lived
Y'all suckers hickey shit I'm a real rockstar Nikki Sixx
I'm Minaj y'all just watch god damn y'alls nicki's bitch
Can the game get any more corny?
Can the fame get any more boring?
Can any other lame who think I'm dope put out garbage and make it easy for me
Is it possible for anyone to adore me?
Is it possible for anyone to record me?
So I cannot trust other people who capture closed video songs and put them out before me
And is it possible that I possibly delivered the illest lyrics
Somebody call the paramedics, somebody call the fucking paramedics
Is it even possible with a lack of academics to get the credit in the city and never spend a minute in the class
Fuck that kiss my ass straight till it's pitch black roll it up and let me hit it
This is our warning shot, lets go this is our this our warnin shot
The final call. warnin shotExplain
