YOU CAN NEVER MATCH ME ! Lyrics

My father suggest we make away to Sweden

Uh, yeah

Yeah

Okay, like, no respect, count my cheque, hit them with this fuckin' left

These stupid motherfuckers aint on shit, I put them to the test

I round my boys, I strap my vest, my middle finger to the rest

Ruzzy 'bout to talk his fuckin' shit, I speak it with my chest

Tell that pussy-boy, "Get up out my face"

Motherfuckers out here running like a motherfucking race

You can never ever match me, motherfuckers ain't pass me

AnarchoFuckHead, bitch, I am great like Gatsby

You be in the backseat, bitch, I'm in the front

Gas in my blunt, yeah, the shit white, Runtz

Smoking my problems away for my lunch

Smoking my opps all away, it's a hunch

Bitch, I really pack heat, put 'em in the trunk

I be runnin' like a track meet, bitch, I get these funds

Better call a fuckin' taxi, pussy boy wearin' Maxis

Everybody lookin' basic, comin' outta the factory

Remember that back in the days, I was stacking, then K's

Motherfuckers with me back then ain't here today

I'm tired of feeding these fuckers, no good lil' suckas

Who still ain't gon' buck up today?

Climbing my way, I be paving and starvin'

These motherfuckers must have really forgotten

Like, who the fuck put 'em on? You ain't the best

And I know you don't wanna hear it, you pressed

Man, fuck everybody and fuck all the rest

My choppa on me, and it's fuckin' suppressed

Man, nothing you do leaves me really impressed

Man, I do this shit 'cause I'm truly obsessed

Yeah, yeah

Actin' like you know any better, you motherfuckers ain't better

Bitch, I'ma really go and get it, got a fuckin' vendetta

Keep a tool on my dresser, a motherfuckin' Beretta

To take the name to shame, motherfuckers they hate me

You ain't me, face that fact, you really been getting lazy

And I'm still getting racks, you never could really change me

Man, fuck that mold they put me in since a baby

All bark, no bite

Tell that pussy boy, "Get up out my face"

Motherfuckers out here running like a motherfucking race

You can never ever match me, motherfuckers ain't pass me

AnarchoFuckHead, bitch, I am great like Gatsby

You be in the backseat, bitch, I'm in the front

Gas in my blunt, yeah, the shit white Runtz

Smoking my problems away for my lunch

Smoking my opps all away, it's a hunch

Okay, like, no respect, count my cheque, hit them with this fuckin' left

These stupid motherfuckers aint on shit, I put them to the test

I round my boys, I strap my vest, my middle finger to the rest

Ruzzy 'bout to talk his fuckin' shit, I speak it with my chest