[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Whoever call themselves spittings now getting sh**ted on
Which n***a could get it on with the sickest n***a known
This is the sh** I'm on
I sit alone in dimly lit rooms
Writing five minute songs in the zone
Then I'm gone, where you at? I'm everywhere n***a
The Vibe awards, BET, yeah I'm there n***a
The allstar superbowl, yeah I'm there n***a
Ws in the air, banging on you square n***as
Right next to Jigga at the Russell Simmons party
Some n***as beefing with Jeezy, I didn't spill my Bacardi
I don't care about the ruckus
Trying to tell S dot yes
Come and deal with some young motherf**ers
I'm from the West, I do Def Jam like Warren G did it
He give you the whole mark and the plan in less than 3 minutes
A street menace, spectacular acumen
Imagine a Donald Pa**man Jr. with the G business
Russell say I'm just a hit away
I'm burnt out, hit Miami just to get away
I'm in the Trump towers Sunny Isles Timbaland suite
I walk dolo down Collins Ave. gripping the heat
Looking for chicks with the sickest physique
I dicks the thickest of freaks ridiculously
Pimping is me
Bump into my n***a Bleu DaVinci at the Puffy party
Got my table next to Cadillac Tah and Irv Gotti
Yeah Gotti, you was right, I'm the truth on the West
Like a pastor polygraph, on the booth I'm the best
ba*tards want to lollygag, I'mma chew through your flesh
Get a f*g a body bag, give him two to the chest
Hoes want an autograph, I ain't even on T.V
Selling out shows, I ain't dropped no CD
Give b**hes the French business, you know that oui oui
Who pushed through LB first in a GT? Me!
The one and only, the gun is on me
The younger homies'll dump it for me, you motherf**ers phony
I'm coming, ask Houston Texas if I'm a hood star
Smelling like Papa Doj' when he stroll through the M Bar
How a free agent bring his hustle this far?
Switch cars every six bars, the world is ours
C.O.B., we deep as could be
Creeping with heat, leave you in pieces for people to see
Keeping it G, eating the beef, please tell the police chief
His niece in the suite and she's sleeping with me
Yeah, I guess that about sums it
I'm on some shoot you in the face Dick Cheny dumb sh**
I'm on some slapping skinny pimps for popping punk sh**
I'm on some never stop until my n***as run sh**