Turf

I'm smokin' in rotation, situations getting tough
I don't give no fuck 'bout none of you niggas, that ain't a bluff
I pull up, make 'em hush
Pulled up like I'm in a rush
I get jiggy with the violence, I could never get enough
I'm smokin' in rotation, situations gettin' worse
How long will it take to get this boy a hearse?

I'm actin' like a jerk, don't care 'bout nothin' but the work
Now you understand why these suckers getting hurt
I came up from the dirt, I'm going hard for what it's worth
I'm smokin' in rotation, I can't deal with them on earth
Now I'm in the stars, turning towns into my turf
I'm Mr. Excellence, I was born to bring the hurt, bitch

(Ugh, yeah) you should see me maneuver
I can't get any smoother, nigga (ugh, yeah)
I was workin' on Cuba, but let's talk about the future, prick
(Ugh, yeah) I'm the shit, I'm manure
You full of shit like the sewer
You don't fuck with me, do you?
Like I did something to you
Ya ain't shit, you a loser
I'm a boss, hallelujah, bitch

(Ugh, yeah) yeah, I stayed up at night
Yeah, I pray for this life, nigga
(Ugh, yeah) yeah, I started that fight
I party harder that night
I'm spectacular, you niggas average, uh
I'm riding passenger
I drive by, you flip ya off and laugh at ya
Throw a bag of trash at ya
My bitch flashes ya
And I ain't even mad at her, nigga

(Ugh, yeah) gettin' sicker and sicker
I got all of the symptoms, doc
(Ugh, yeah) I got drugs in my system
Hell yeah, I'm a victim, trick