Royce Da 5'9 - Second Place Lyrics

Nickel, tell 'em what it is
(This is a world premiere)


Look, I'm in a zone for reala
In a freezer with Medusa, I'm fucking a stone-cold killer
You bitch-mobbing, I'm insiding, I tell your kids this
Daddy's been doing more dick riding than Kari Wigton
I'm very venomous, you very innocent and
I will send a monster to your house, call him Harry Henderson
Oh my God, I was just in jail, then the
Devil caught pneumonia, and it made me sick as hell
You niggas counting me out can get the riches still
You're in the Matrix, shoulda picked a different pill
You about to see how far that Paul Rosenberg will go
The height of my game is like DeMar DeRozan vertical
No one understands me, only one sicker than me is Em
I'm the new 'D' MC, it runs in the family


Why that nigga gotta bring Em name up all the time?
You wouldn't even be rich without that nigga! Shut up faggot!


I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards
So I could see what second place look like
(Too many sick niggas, Nickel bring the remedy)
I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards
So I could see what second place look like
(You not ready for the raw deal, it's all real, kiss the ring, be gone)


I'm the magnificent with the sensational style
My wedding with the streets got the cake with no vows
I'm arrogant as fuck, who cares? You suck
Rappers talking about "We the best" have been to Paris too much
Who hot? I'm sick, shit, I'm like a Thera-Flu slush
I'll fly slow with the parachute up-up
I'm a face-slapper, niggas sleeping on an outfit
Call us Taylor Gang 'cept we Wake n Bake rappers
Slaughter yellow is responsible for haters' actions
Y'all on Gilligan's Island, find a greater Captain
Ha-ha, victory laugh
Even my photographer's happy, picture me mad
I feel well, bitch suck my dick I nutted on the floor
And let her stand there crying over spilled milk




My swing's like chains on a playground
I bust fly plus I'm about to put some wings on a Greyhound
My theory is you lie and drink beer
I ain't hearing you so you must be from Liberia
I wave by like Hitler, 100-round Thumper
Bulletproof what? You gonna need an underground bunker
I aim where you should go I put my whole life
On the net, even my weapons, I am Bazooka Joe
We the shit, nigga eat a dick
We'll make em eat his words, we the stones, he the sticks
I'm going yelling Shady everywhere
Smacking these bitches with they lipstick and the baby with the Teddy Bear
To you and your man: ain't gonna be no Taladega Night
I come to question y'all and y'all don't know what to do with your hands
Nickle-Preme, killing team
Have a different dealer every day like a fickle fiend
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