[Intro:]
Yeah! I guess I feel like Lance Armstrong
We gotta win the race, hell yeah!
We call it the Tour of the Streets
But it's like I'm cheatin'
'Cause my sh** is on steroids
And they sh** ain't
You n***as keep peddlin', though
Mr. Thanksgiving!
[Hook:]
I took those BBS's - and slapped 'em right on my chest
After I smash her - I don't care who come next
I took off in a Bentley - and came back in a Spider
My track on steroids - we servin' Mark McGwire
Who you think you is?
Who you think you is?
Who you think you is?
Who you think you is?
Who you think you is?
Who you think you is?
Who you think you is?
Who you think you is?
[Verse 1:]
I think I'm Big Meech – all my n***as sell d**
I'm a rich n***a – she wanna give me a hug
But she a freak hoe - and I won't show her no love
I shoot her mad dick - like I'm from NYC
A thousand for some gla**es - I see my sh** in 3D
I'm poppin' bottles, n***a - like it's the 4th of July
I think I'm Bill Gates - I'm takin' over the Net
We shootin' choppers, n***a - we ain't f** with them teks
I think I'm Young G - 'cause I motivate thugs
Yeah...
I think I'm Lil' Boosie - I'm 'bout to start sellin' hits
And Future cons the lotto - I'm on that mafia sh**
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I know my dope raw - I seen it come out her a**
Girl wipe that sh** off – and throw it right in the bag
I'm livin' fabulous – the sh** I do, in your dreams
Future you're arrogant – now I think I'm the king
None of my b**hes can't f** – name a b**h that ain't tight
Name a bich that ain't a s*ut – just name one, name one
I think I'm Antawn Jamison – I'm ballin', ballin', ballin'
I think I'm Nat Turner – when I ride around with that burner
I got three young gunners –
And they gon' squeeze on anything I point at
I think I'm a fair gunner – I think I'm leanin', I think I'm leanin'
I think I'm 'bout to turn up - I think I'm 'bout to burn up
A sack full of hundreds - all this ice on me
[Hook]