[Intro] No nickname, So you know it’s me, You know it’s me, ⸻ [Verse 1] No nickname so you know it’s me, Fuck y’all and how it’s supposed to be, Life down the drain like a old drink, I drowned my pain in O.E., Shake off nerves with a bold drink, My toes freeze, got cold feet, Bitch don’t act like you know me, I’ll bag that ass like groceries, And I ain’t talkin running game— I’ll kill a hoe, I’m just playin, but you still a hoe, Went overboard, I’m still afloat, Bitch ass rappers still a joke, Pour caulk down your neck, seal your throat, Wouldn’t even matter, y’all still would choke, I make wake like a million boats, Your bed’s wet—my ceiling’s soaked, Your hoe knows how I roll, She be at all my shows, She loves your songs—but my flow… Makes her horny, Fuck bad bitches, I hate them all, I’ll gag a bitch while my dick is soft, I’ll black an eye with my big balls, Only act Black when I drop my drawers, Bring a 6 pack, or get lost, Want a Big Mac? Here—have sauce, Arch back or back off, Bareback—I’m that raw, No watch-having bums, Y’all know the time— Ain’t gotta see a clock to know I’m on my grind, When I sleep, I dream-write a million rhymes, Just think if I slept a million times… Who the fuck y’all planning to stop? This must be a joke—goddamnit I’m hot, Sipping while I’m rolling up pot, With a cocaine gram in the band of my watch, I’m a man—I stand in my spot, Feeling so in charge like a stupid damn cop, Bust the band on my knot— Bitch, bust the band on my knot. ⸻ [Chorus] No nickname, My pen in motion is dangerous, So y’all know it’s me, Who y’all playin with? ⸻ [Verse 2] My pen in motion is dangerous— Who y’all playin with? Proceed with caution, Or coffins what y’all be laying in. Been thinking often, I’m lost in this, Money ain’t shit—but hold that thought, Shades and hats off—business begins, In it for wins, thick-ins, kickin rear ends, I’ll whip that ass in fashion, They snappin pics again, The weekly pick again, Spread could be 10 again, If rap was bare-knucklin, Bret brought a stick again, I keep it unfair—show up for blowouts, Running up the score with 10 runs and no outs, Bitches love the passion, I think that’s why they go down, She knows how I like it— Swing it around and keep it poked out, Touch it while she suckin, Rappers sucking while I’m crushin, Y’all get high and raid fridges, I’m in the cyphers with the munchies, What you hear is the realest, Really your girl gone love me, ’Cause none of y’all are funky— Bunch of cut coke junkies. ⸻ [Chorus] No nickname, My pen in motion is dangerous, So y’all know it’s me, Who y’all playin with? ⸻ [Outro] No nickname… Bitch.

No Nickname