[Verse]
Not a boy, not a man, not a king, I'm a god
Lot of fake-a** rappers in the game; put the mic down, b**h, get a job
When it comes to rap, I'm a bit of a snob
Steadily grilling you slobs
I've been popping off, but you corny mu'f**ers don't move; you still on the cob
They be like, "Battle me! Battle me!"
Every day, another motherf**er's after me
But, like, none of these cats are a match for me
And, actually, that fact's kinda sad to me
You're wack; why would you challenge me?
I'm hungry; you're like half of a snack to me
Say I'm not the best independent motherf**er in the game, now that's just blasphemy, damn!
I've been at it for a minute
Chasing success like an addict chasing prescriptions
Yeah, I'm indifferent to your opinion
Everybody wants to talk, but walking is something different, damn
Back on my game, no slacking, attacking you lames
Telling you, like Birdman told Charlamagne, "Better put some respeck on my name!"
They say I've changed, but I've stayed exactly the same, and that's the way I will remain
f** all the money and f** all the fame
Actually, just f** the whole game, yeah