[Intro]
Huh?
What the f** is so got damn Funny?
Like I don't get it
Y'all think this is a game man?
Do it look like I'm playin' with you?
Huh??
sh** bout to get real man
Pay attention!
[Hook]
You thinking I am a joke
But ain't sh** Funny
You got them dolla dolla bills
Gimme that money
Look at these muthaf**as and I laugh
HA HA!
Catch you slippin' that's yo a**
HA HA!
[Verse 1]
It's that G-L O T T O
Get it right
You keep actin' stupid
I'm tryna be polite co*ks**er
I'm two steps ahead of you
Muthaf**a!
Hold up you got me all f**ed up
This ain't a joke
Somebody get a lighter for me
I don't even smoke
But I'm stressed out
Welcome to the terrordome
AKA the guest house
Why these n***as tryna act hard
With they chest out
I need a little bit of luck
This is perfect timing
Clipse are proud of me
Cuz I kept on Grinding
No games no gimmicks
Imma push it to the limit
It's like playin' with rookies
This sh** feel like a scrimmage
I'm bogus, magical
Hocus, pocus
Bought a camera and a telescope
I'm focused
Seem like every year
I'm puttin' out cla**ics
Don't trip these n***as
Flip like gymnastics
I ain't tryna brag
But I know I am fantastic
Hit you with the holy ghost
Feel like I'm a pastor
I'm on a quest
To be ya new favorite rapper
[Bridge]
See I'm at the point now
Where I feel like
Ain't nobody fu*kIN' with me
Real talk
My confidence is at a all time high
I'm sittin' in the muthaf**in kings chair
With a robe and a crown on my head
Holla at ya boy
Now let me get back on my sh**!
[Verse 2]
Everybody fallin' off
While I spring forward
Hit Headquarters
This where it's goin' down at
Walk into ya crib put my feet up
Yea I kick back
The past is the past
There's no way that Imma look back
Rappin' is easy to me
I got the best product
I earned my stars and stripes
I'm feelin' patriotic
All I need is one shot for the top
Goldeneye
I earned my stars and stripes
4th Of July!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Stop talkin' man do me a favor
The only bars I wanna see
Is the ones that I write on the paper
Tryna take sh** that ain't mine
But I'm not slick
Now I'm walkin' out the front door
With a pink slip
The message was clear
Like a text it was sent out
I made a mistake
Now it's time for me to get out
Ain't sh** Funny to me
I can't smile
And my profile really
Dosen't describe my lifestyle
You live and you learn
That is true
I gotta be a lil smarter
With the things I do
Maybe work a lil harder
Be a lil wiser
Trade them dark boots
For somethin' a lil lighter
I'm Out
[Hook]