[Intro]
Captain James t. Kirk: Who the hell are you?
Khan Noonien Singh: A remnant of the time long past. Genetically engineered to be superior so as to lead others to peace in a world at war. But we were condemned as criminals. Forced into exile. For centuries we slept, hoping when we awoke things would be different
[Verse 1: Deonte]
Pa** the weed, tell them hoes come front & center
Poppin' bottles like a young all-star center
f** with a n***a, girl you know I got it
We can keep this thing a secret a secret like Benghazi
God bless this bad 'lil Asian
Speaks no English, but her body language;
Talks to a n***a like I understand
Trying to get that oil money n***a Pakistan
Allahu Akbar. We 'dodgin cop cars
Trying to sell out arenas like the pop stars
But I still kick it with hood n***as and trap Gods
My God, this track is so hard. Pause
Started from the bottom, headed to Mars
Sleeping with girls who like girls, I'm in awe
Mazel tov. Pharaoh flow. A young Amon-Ra
All hale the greatness, so close I can taste it
Wasted, off the success. I am the one in the Matrix
Huh. My whole click got next now
Welcome to Arcade Exile
[Verse 2: Omega The Kid]
This flow is something that's outlandish
Like a girl with a fat a** that looks manish
I ride through with a black and no planit
Yall n***as is slow mo with bad habits
I'm so hip-hop like riding on eight rabbits
Most try to steal the flow, but can't grasp it
Most try to k** the dough, but can't have it
Give 'em "One Direction" with no navi'
You only gotta buzz as big as yo avi
But this ain't Instagram homie
Slang big wood, ya b**h thinks I'm Mathis
But this ain't Instaglam homie
No names, propane. Explode
My game? Old school. Tecmo
Ya might not, wanna let your ex know
Cuz' we'll f**, and put her in the next show
Look. I'm trying to show you who the real Don Dadas
Armani fit, with the tan brown Pradas
Me and my team knows the money means nada
These sky-walking bamas didn't know I'm their father
Hold up one second, let me blink. Wait
You mother f**ers really think that you're great?
I bust heads like a hammer to a nude grape
I swear A&Rs now can't think straight
Cuz' O-M-E-G-A be straight
I play this whole this like EA
All doing one-hundred on the freeway
I want it all 'lil b**h. No leeway
[Verse 3: Emerson]
Young papa Don. They love me like I was Lucas
I just rolling through my city, throw back in the top ruthless
I'm ruthless. b**h. I ain't even twenty-one
Think it's funny? I throw twenty bills. You throw twenty ones
I'm just busy making moves so all my kids can go to school
Pain, sweat and tears. Any real man got 'em
I used to live in my back seat, just call it "Started From the Bottom"
Coogi on the sweater. You cop it. I wear it better
You wear it so you can stunt. I wear the sh** like whatever
Yeah. My whole crew on mollys we wildin'
Straight mobbin. You could call me John Gatti
Ooh, pill got her rolling. Party hard. Loddy doddy
She done f**ed the hole team. She ain't missed nobody
Damn. So I give that ho a room key
f** her to some Drake. Now she wanna Marvin's Room me
Damn. So I give that ho a room key
f** her to some Drake. Now she wanna Marvin's Room me
Damn. So I give that ho a room key
f** her to some Drake. Now she wanna Marvin's Room me
[Outro]
Captain James t. Kirk: Let me explain what's happening here. I was authorized to end you! And the only reason that you are still alive, is because I am allowing it!