y'all gotta move

the ringer better

Valid, this one just came on my playlist and my parents told me to shut up. 😂

the big question is "the ringer" or "not alike"

Oooh good question. Not alike is catchy, but I live for the "So, last week an ex fan mailed me a copy of the Mathers LP...." part of The Ringer... Imma have to say "The Ringer." WBU?

the ringer

REAL

YES

YUS

YASS

YASS~!

Gimme sum room

Gimme the juice

Hop out the coupe

Hop out and shoot

Y'all gotta move

Gimme the juice

Back to my bullshit my back to the wall Turn my back on you all of you finished

Back to these bullets, it's back to the job
Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'

Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'
These packs and I'm actually pumpin'

Can't f**k with you rappers, you practically sucking
You might've went platinum, but that don't mean nothing

I'm actually buzzin' this time
Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine

I do not f**k with you guys
If I don't kill you, just know you gonna suffer this time

I ain't no gangster, but I got some bangers
Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives

Choppers and jammies, a partridge in pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies

Run at you hard like a sumo
They say I talk like a chulo

I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno
Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo

You play your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just draw four like a Uno

Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto, and all of you culo

They debated the level, I've been to ghetto to ghetto
Looking for something I prolly could never find now

Shit get real up until the beef die down
In truth they really just want me tied down

I've been alone and I never needed nobody
Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these n-ggas to lie down

Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now

I said ain't no love for the other side
Or anyone who ever want smoke

When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope

You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
N-gga wrong way, wrong road

This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it

I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the f**kin' recognition

Snakes in the grass trynna slither fast
I just bought a f**kin' lawnmower

I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it