I made Forbes with Diddys and sat top floors with 50s
And now I’m fully open, I play the bully on ’em
Call for your squad, you rest, you get decimated
You lookin’ like a Styles P nephew that never made it
Forever hated on niggas like Boogie and me
’Cause we was poppin’ in New York and every hood that you see
The day you beat me will be the day you see see
HOT 97 feedin’ you more lovin’ than they feed me
Don’t let these niggas gas you on that podcast and CC
Highbridge, the Label, but only one of y’all on TV
Only one of y’all’ll see awards and eat with the stars
It ain’t really hard to figure out who I’m speakin’ up for
Now that my foot and knee in the door, let’s talk about it, no walkin’ out it
We ’bout to see Le’Quincy body with the chalk around it
I got the full baggage
You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit ain’t even the full package
Someone tell Quincy I turn beef into mince meat
Hottest of the century, why did he go up against me? Why battle with A Boogie’s shadow? I show niggas love and hatred niggas wanna throw back
He tempted me but never had this energy for Kodak
You paid DreamDoll for a feature to get the pussy
And somehow you think you fuckin’ with me
The first night I seen DreamDoll I fucked her for free
And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy’s Gucci headband and wore it in his cover art
Why battle with A Boogie’s shadow? All this blood make me regurgitate
Don’t let my Bronx niggas move and have to boost up the murder rate
But since we’re goin’ here, I’ll let you know I’m here
‘Cause this record right here’s ’bout to give you more shine than A Boogie ever gave you in your whole career
I spit fire, you from the east side of the Bronx, you just a Highbridge dick-rider
You mad at my nigga Mula ’cause his shit hotter
I know how it feels
Nah, I’m lyin’, I don’t know how it feels
I just know that everywhere I go a nigga know I’m s’posed to be real
And I don’t know how exposin’ me feel, fuck nigga
[Outro]
Just to keep it real, I’m only doin’ this shit with you once
You know, I…. [Intro]
Yo, we only doin’ this shit once
It get real frightening, you know? I get real disrespectful when niggas get neglectful of what we do over here
Highbridge stand the fuck up, yeah
Canada! I hope, I hope you enjoyed this shit though
I hope, I hope you take this as a blessing, you know? Like… I hope I did that for you
Oh, in other words too, you wild ugly, nigga
Wild fuckin’ ugly, nigga
You wild ugly, nigga
Fuck outta here Yeah, yeah, because they was—they…
Who’s that? He ain’t even a chapter, he ain’t even a factor
QP and Bubba touchin’ way more money than him, they ain’t even the rappers
It hurts when you kill a nigga you love
Ironic that the salt thrown from the niggas that’s slugs
Chewin’ these niggas with no ingestion
I got a real message for my brother Quincy, my nigga, it’s time to go get tested
It’s a couple hoes in Starlets I know you infected
You really out here fuckin’ raw with a scrotum infection
And what’s worse is you know it, still you go unprotected
You need to focus on a hit, need to go get a record
See you can find a Don Q in the ho nigga section
Go get injected with whatever medicine you need to clear up
‘Cause them pills ain’t workin’ for every time it flare up
Yuck, I’ma let you breathe on that
I’m really beggin’ that you think about your physical health
You’ll never see your fuckin’ album on a physical shelf
I’ll beat your ass, whip your kid with the belt
You never flipped it to sell
You’re not a hustler, your daddy was a customer
I got the info from your baby mama playin’ nympho
You drive a foreign but them 25 hundred dollar hosts ain’t enough for you to pay those rentals
You a shameless mental, well my aim is mental, fuck it
My whole mood I showed y’all fuck it
My dick, I done told y’all suck it
I’ll punch your fat ass in your stomach
And make everything in it go up it
You wrote a tape for your nigga that died
You made a promise it would pop and that the shit would be live
Hurts that you had to tell my nigga a lie
‘Cause that mixtape flopped and so did your other five
Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain’t the one to shoot
Big guns, nigga, you got locked for a 22
Pussy gotta keep a gun on his waist
‘Cause you lil’ niggas scared to get punched in your face
Jada said it best, Quincy made his bed to rest
Invest in a better vest
Better for my case, these bullets rather hit your head than chest
Quit actin’ like you the mob
You tryna play Gianni
But you got ran out of Amazura and Avianne
The Bridge is over, The Bridge is over
I got an extra long clip that’ll hit your soldiers
My hand shoot like shampoo hit his head and shoulders
I’ll send his nine year old a Barbie just to send condolence
Uh, not the money on the head
40 minutes on stage can put a hundred on his head
I made so much millis and hundreds of this bread
I can have the whole Highbridge comin’ for his head
Top floor, Glock’s stocked in the top drawer by the 38
Bound to bring Le’Quincy Anderson up to the pearly gates
Your daughter just came from turnin’ eight
And takin’ L’s right in front of her is what you tryna perpetrate? [Skit: Nicki Minaj & Funkmaster Flex]
—Don’t gotta do that
And Don Q together
Who’s that? Big Apple, New York City, more to pity
How could I beef with a dude only poppin’ in four cities? [Verse]
Uh, live from the DM, I’m hollerin’ at your BM
We discussin’ which color casket you ’bout to leave in
I did this shit for no reason, I’m lettin’ rookies battle
But how did I get in this battle with A Boogie’s shadow? This, this is a lot of pay-per-view time you’re gettin’ right now
I know you not used to this, you a little frightened
But it’s okay, my son, you know I still fuck with you, nigga
And you know, I mean, at least off of this, at least the celebrities might know your name now, you know?

You only get one shot
Ate shit ’til I can’t taste it
Chased it with straight liquor
Then paint thinner then drank ’til I faint
And I wait with a headache
And I take anything in rectangular shape
Then I wait to face the demons I’m bonded to
‘Cause they’re chasin’ me but I’m part of you
So escapin’ me is impossible
I latch onto you like a—parasite
And I probably ruined your parents’ life
And your childhood too
‘Cause if I’m the music that y’all grew up on
I’m responsible for you retarded fools
I’m the super villain Dad and Mom was losin’ their marbles too
You Marvel that? Danica Patrick
Throw the car into reverse at the Indy, end up crashin’
Into ya, the back of it – just mangled steel
My Mustang and your Jeep Wrangler grill
With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin
Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi
Translation, I will probably kill us both
When I end up back in India
You ain’t gonna be able to tell what the fuck’s happening
To you when you’re bit with the—
[Chorus]
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the)
[Verse 3]
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Alien, E-E-Elliot phone home
Ain’t no telling when this chokehold
On this game will end, I’m loco
Became a Symbiote, so
My fangs are in your throat, ho
You’re snake bitten with my—venom
With the ballpoint pen I’m
Gun cock, bump stock, devil eye, buckshot
Tied for the uppercut, tie a couple knots
Fired up a Glock, fire, juggernaut
Punk rock, bitches goin’ down like Yung Joc
‘Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock
Why the fuck not? Me and Bizarre in Florida
Proof’s room slept on floor of the motel then
Dr. Eddie Brock is you
And I’m the suit, so call me—
[Chorus]
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the) [Intro]
I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Set you off till you scream, “Piss off! Screw you!”
When it talks to you like you don’t belong
Or tells you you’re in the wrong field
When’s something’s in your mitochondrial
‘Cause it latched on to you, like—
[Verse 1]
Knock knock, let the devil in
Malevolent as I’ve ever been, head is spinnin’
This medicine’s screamin’, “L-l-l-let us in!”
L-l-lick like a salad bowl, Edgar Allen Poe
Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago
Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton’s meltin’
Wicked, I get all high when I think I’ve smelled the scent
Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa
Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants
And blew up my-my-myself again
Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin
Medal win, went from Hellmann’s and being rail thin
Filet-o-Fish, to Scribbles and Rap Olympics ’97 Freaknik
How can I be down? Dre said, “Hell yeah”
And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man
And I know they’re gonna hate
But I don’t care, I barely could wait
To hit them with the snare and the bass
Square in the face, this fuckin’ world better prepare to get laced
Because they’re gonna taste my—
[Chorus]
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bitten with the)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
Venom, not knowin’ with ’em
Never gonna slow up in ’em
Ready to snap any moment-um
Thinkin’ it’s time to go get ’em
They ain’t gonna know what hit ’em
(When they get bit with the)
[Verse 2]
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen
Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one
I-i-it’s evident I’m not done
V-venomous, the thought spun
Like your web and you just caught in ’em
Held against your will like a hubcap or a mud flap
Be strangled or attacked
So this ain’t gonna feel like a love tap
Eat painkiller pills, fuck a blood track
Like, what’s her name’s at the wheel?

[VERSE 1]
Grandma stressed, can’t pay tha rent
I remember sittin’ on tha bench
Every since I got rich, I ain’t been tha same since
My nigga told me don’t worry, boy that shit just ain’t meant
Runnin’ from tha law, jumpin’ fences
Wreckin’ cars and shit, they didn’t
I ain’t never seen a ho that ain’t went
Every rule, that I bent
Fuck them niggas, they can die tonight
Ima kill every nigga they sent
I got them shooters on payroll, Ima tip every shooter that went
And Ima kill every shooter that didn’t
Why I could kill, I just need me a vacuum seal
I ain’t throwin’ in no white flag
Tell that bitch Ima smack him still, tell that nigga Ima wack him still
Jeep Wrangler got tha 2nd wheel
I got rich off my 1st deal, you got rich off yo 2nd deal
You late! [BRIDGE]
I got some killas, I got some bad bitches on tha way
I know some niggas that’ll run in yo house for that safe
I’ll do 135 years for my lil bae
I know them haters, they hated, they hated to see me this way
I just pull up on a flex , fuck her face
I just bought another tech, and a K
I got 100 pounds of marijuana stuffed in my basement
Fuck that bitch cuz she dissed me back in tha day
[VERSE 2]
Back in tha day, I was fucked up I wasn’t straight
I had no food on my plate, I had no money in my safe
And no fuck niggas ain’t in my face
Told Yung Lan put a lil’ mo bass
I got a lot of shit I need to say, I put that FN in yo face
My bitch thick wit’ a small waist
I’ll go to Ruth Chris, order me a steak
I’ll kill me a fuck nigga broad day
I got a whole lotta shit on my plate
I gotta make sure my Big Mama straight
I don’t give a fuck about he say, she say
I don’t give a fuck cuz I know we straight
I don’t give a fuck ‘long
As we ate
Heavy Camp
[BRIDGE]
I got some killas, I got some bad bitches on tha way
I know some niggas that’ll run in yo house for that safe
I’ll do 135 years for my lil bae
I know them haters, they hated, they hated to see me this way
I just pull up on a flex, fuck her face
I just bought another tek, and a k
I got 100 pounds of marijuana stuffed in my basement
Fuck that bitch cuz she dissed me back in tha day