The Worst lyrics

by

Swizz Beatz


[Hook – Modesty]
Hide from the lies
How do they plan to take me alive?
I’ve walked across them all
Yet they never seem to catch me

[Verse 1 – Young Chris]
Cold summers, hot winters
Cold turkey was a n*gga’s hot dinner
Hard headed, hot temper
Y’all boys was pretty soft as I remember
Out in Hollywood, [?] smoking that Cali good
I don’t drink milk, kush doing a body good
Baby give me twirl, I’ll fight for a n*gga’s girl
Body Frank, 2010 I’ll rule the world
[?] dinner, Versace t-shirts, except your sneakers
f*ck haters, got extension in every heater
For every diva, f*ck her then I leave her
Like I die and get the wounds, what the f*ck is left to keep her
Coming through the speaker, headline little feces
Feeling of the least just watching us from the bleachers
Back knee deep in the streets, no way to reach us
Dudes can’t paid to get taught the sh*t they teach us
Broad day, rockabies, lullabies
“I don’t know sh*t on tour” my alibi
Told y’all keep it stylist and tie the tie
Perfect without practice, Allen I
Ho n*ggas talk sh*t and apologize
Even with the millions you n*ggas is not as fly
6 feet deep for the week, it’s not a lie
Push it down so them n*ggas know not to try
No I’m not surprised you n*ggas hang together
Lames together, Twin desis saying together (Raa raa)
Death, aim right above the neck
The beast is here, the gunner arrived
The odds against him, you hear my hunger and strive
Man you n*ggas is fake, something to rob
Dead I tell you n*gga the gunner alive
Told em he the [?] type got rid of it
Now she at Barney’s swiping unlimited
Ride till the end of it, here to benefit
If you been in it, UPS connect when I’m sending it
A [?] suit, Emmit Smith
In the shoe with a ladder the same height as me
What it do? f*ck the shoe whoever sent you a sucka too
Headshots, bullsh*t vests we bucking through
With your knuckle too, beat him to a bloody pulp
Stab me in my back, so f*ck him, I cut his throat
Gun em all, serve em raw, don’t cut the coke
He’s a pus*y deep down inside, just tough approach
They get sent little cells and they ounce flips
When H buckles can’t spell or pronounce sh*t
Never n*gga, that’s tryna beat down sh*t
Same one you think you down with gon get you down quick
Duck duck goose when the pound lifts
Hospital gown, pull the plug on this clown b*tch
When the town hot I’m out of town sh*t
Hustling, small town ship, tying down sh*t
Same n*ggas that you down with
Gon be the same b*tch n*ggas you get found with
Young n*ggas down and sh*t for allowances
Tip talk to him with the silencers (Blaow)
[Hook]
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