I been running this, g, since I was ten years old
You can't even do sh** because you ain't got no flow
As you get washed out I'll be writing all these tracks
Who taught you how to rap because you sound like crap
Said I'm disrespecting women but you disrespecting chinks
Mocking my language boy, before you speak, you should think
You can't say Dam Son because you aren't the actual me
More than one thousand tweets, I'm more famous than you'll ever be
I stole the teahouse records before I came to Windy City
You put on crappy clothes just tryna look pretty
Get on my level, boy, I made this beat by myself
Just go back to your shabby home and get some serious help
I got a full squad and we mobbing in the hood
When I spit bars I'll burn you like a piece of wood
Your fame is getting smaller while my fame is getting bigger
Just like Timberlake said, go and cry yourself a river, yeah!
[Instrumental (made by Dam Son himself!!!!!)]