Bruce Banner

Pre-chorus: I'm not a rapper, I'm a writer It's a couple chefs in this game, and a whole lotta' biters Fuck's wrong with these niggas Fuck's to it Fuck wrong wit' 'em Fuck's to it This niggas talkers not walkers The drive of Paul Walker, I got it Can't touch 'em, like, now that I'm sipping this Henny Hypnotic Fuck wrong wit' 'em Fuck's to it (uh!) Honestly can't nobody come for me 'cept Kendrick And I hope you offended, like it's untrue Don't make me debunk your kung-fu Fuck up the whole Feng shui when we come through They can't hurt us My shit in Target, I'm Nate Burkus, they ain't perfect Can she walk out with the javelin Y'all niggas babbling about who the greatest and who after him If intelligent discussion was dribbling, you'd be travelling And I'd be somewhere Harlem Globetrot traffickin' truth I'm adamant about the handle I got on this shit I pattened it after James Harden and James Patterson Don't make me Alex Cross, cross 'tween, Skip through that lane and change strategy (uh!) Niggas lose medullas, fuckin' with my shooters Rappers lose medallions fuckin' with Chicago So many niggas hangin', they know Mr. Cooper Police they are shooters then like bloopers They gon' play that shit on T.V., 'til we Stevie to it Say we can't make them drink the water I don't know if we can lead 'em to it I see the difference, I don't see improvement I see people that look like me that's leeching to it And apparently speaking on it is preaching to 'em And apparently having opinions is Tragic to mention, no matter intention But only when you got blue checks and new Checks and a few floors, more than a duplex I'm too stressed for all this, fifth-grade, bitch-made Watch your mouth when you spit facts, what for? I got the fire nigga Heard 'Soul album and I knew that I inspire niggas greatly Alex Hailey at the root of it all My quest-for-love just wasn't suited for ya'll And my black thoughts won't be muted or diluted And livin' water can't be polluted at all Secluded I be, Too many delusions I see when you speaking and you losin' me That's your 15 minutes, you losin' 'em They draw their conclusions I just be just disproving 'em, my ink hold weight This paper hold heat like aluminum foil Your correct in assuming the soil is fertile I'm growing like weeds, I'm growing my weed My shorty look like she come from where they growing ya'll weave at Ya'll throwing shade, I three-man weave that It's been a one-man fast break, ya'll ain't even seen the team yet Fuck wrong wit' 'em Fuck's to it Fuck wrong wit' 'em Fuck's to it These niggas talker not walkers The drive of Paul Walker, I got it Can't touch 'em, like, now that I'm sipping this Henny Hypnotic Fuck wrong wit' 'em Fuck's to it (uh!)