I Am Virginia (Radio Edit) Lyrics

I'm a go straight through

Hip-hop is dead this shit is weak and I'm aggravated

This shit is faker than cartoons and animations

If this the hand that I'm dealt with I'm amputating

And smacking rappers with the hand that I just amputated

Cause' why the fuck you let these young niggas come saturate it?

What happened to pulling cards and applications?

We looking for some dope shit niggas waiting

I'm like a doctor off the clock I got no more patience

Hip-hop is dead this shit is weak and I'm aggravated

These mother fuckers rapping like they never graduated

I'm coming for you niggas heads I'm a decapitate them

And squeeze lemon juice on all the other lacerations

Hip-hop is dead, this shit decaying, I have to save it

Some people wanna see me fail, so I have to make it

I got my money right, I think I broke the calculator

The calculator can't even continue calculating

I'm activated, you new niggas don't get too acclimated

So much motion, they think I was born with a actuator

Every time I spit, they captivated, I captivate them

Ain't no more rules in this game, someone has to break them

I've been giving niggas waves like some activator

The Mac 11, make a nigga strip like Channing (ugh)

I'm taking off, fuck a cut, I'm taking all

Niggas on that Diddy shit, they slicker than some baby oil

Niggas sending shots, I got that kryptonite to shake it off

He said it to my face, now you can't see his face at all

All these rappers orphans, cause they don't know they place at all

And I've been on the edge, I don't know if I'm a make it off

I am who these bitch niggas hating on, I came home

I am who the city's been waiting on

Virginia, it's been way too long

Sitting at this table with my plate alone

Fuck niggas, used to fuck with people, now they trying to get in touch with me

I cut off a lot of people, I've done made a lot of haters

Chopped down a lot of fucking trees, made a lot of paper

By far the coldest, zero-four Toyota

Two 12-inch kickers, when I'm pulling up, you know it

I spit fire every time I rap, my mouth smoking

And every time a nigga mention Derb, he get to choking

His throat swollen, ears hurting, pharyngitis

I'm on fire, like this blunt that I just

Cruising on my Mongoose, there's Joshua and Punkin

I grew up in a city where everybody's your cousin

Hammer on every one of us, you can't touch us

Finger masturbating, the trigger, it get to

Everybody fucking you over, so who you fucking?

I just gave these beats a new beating like it was nothing

Some of my closest friends turned on me, all of a sudden

And fucking with the ones I don't fuck with so I can trust them

Now they mad, cause they see where I'm at and know where I come from

Shit, I just kept on running the track when niggas was huffing

I just played a song you just made and you still be huffing

You an air head, probably that nitrous that you be huffing

I ain't even get to touching this beat and I still fucked it

I just gave these beats a new beating like it was nothing