[Chorus]
Only
rapper
to
re-write
history
without
a
pen
No
ID
on
the
track
let
the
story
begin,
begin,
begin
[Verse
1]
This
is
anti
autotune,
death
of
the
ringtone,
This
ain't
for
iTunes,
this
ain't
for
sing
alongs
This
is
Sinatra
at
the
opera,
bring
a
blonde
Preferably
with
a
fat
ass
who
can
sing
a
song
Wrong,
this
ain't
politically
correct
This
might
offend
my
political
connects
My
raps
don't
have
melodies
This
should
make
niggas
wanna
go
and
commit
felonies
Get
your
chain
tooken
I
may
do
it
myself,
I'm
so
Brooklyn
I
know
we
facing
a
recession
But
the
music
y'all
making
going
make
it
the
great
depression
All
y'all
lack
aggression
Put
your
skirt
back
down,
grow
a
set
man
Nigga
this
shit
violent
This
is
death
of
autotune,
moment
of
silence
[Chorus]
[Verse
2]
This
ain't
a
number
one
record
This
is
practically
assault
with
a
deadly
weapon
I
made
it
just
for
Flex
and...
...
Mister
Cee,
I
want
niggas
to
feel
threatened
Stop
your
bloodclot
crying
The
kid,
the
dog,
everybody
dying,
no
lying
You
niggas'
jeans
too
tight
You
colors
too
bright,
your
voice
too
light
I
might
wear
black
for
a
year
straight
I
might
bring
back
Versace
shades
This
ain't
for
z100
Ye
told
me
to
kill
y'all
to
keep
it
1
hundred
This
is
for
Hot
97
This
shit's
for
Clue,
for
Khaled,
for
we
the
best
in
Nigga
this
shit
violent
Death
of
autotune,
moment
of
silence
[Chorus]
[Verse
3]
This
shit
need
a
verse
from
Jeezy
I
might
send
this
to
the
mixtape
Weezy
Get
somebody
from
BMF
to
talk
on
this
Give
this
to
a
blood,
let
a
crip
walk
on
it
Fifty
thou'
to
style
on
this
I
just
don't
need
nobody
to
smile
on
this
You
niggas
singing
too
much
Get
back
to
rap
you
t-paining
too
much
I'm
a
multi-millionaire
So
how
is
it
I'm
still
the
hardest
here
I
don't
be
in
the
project
hallway
talking
about
how
I
be
in
the
project
all
day
That
sound
stupid
to
me
If
you
a
gangsta
this
is
how
you
prove
it
to
me
Nigga
just
get
violent
This
is
death
of
autotune
moment
of
silence