I do it for my city, never heard of Gipper
Leave a body floating down the Old Missouri River
(WHOO) Who got the beef I'll bring the ketchup, salt, and pepper
Where I'm from they say it don't get any better
I been training out the trap house, put me on the scale dog
I don't need a Rolly, got this gold all in my belt dog
You know I'm for real dog, you thought I fell off
Bet I still got a couple thousand in my mail-box
Next time they, talking 'bout Lion just know that they probably lying
'Cause they ain't been to the jungle and they ain't studied the science
Whoopty whoop, oh mama there goes the sirens
The police man at my door and he telling me "Stop the violence"
And I'm trying, but lately my haters been multiplying
And who gon' put 'em in line if I switch up and 9 to 5 it (I don't know)
You gon' respect it but noone asked you to like it
I talk it because I live it and live it like I was dying
Blood on my hands if you scared go to church
25/8 you can still get the work
Call from my man says you trying to get hurt
25/8 you can still get the work
You now at war with a giant with the heart of a lion (x3)
At the hands of a hungry savage with the mind of a Mayan (let's go)
I'm a busy man with things to do
But you can get the hands like finger food
I've got mouths to feed I got things to prove
And I'll be damned if we go broke and have to sing the blues
They throwing millions in wishing wells, but I ain't trippin'
'Cause shadow boxing's the closest I get to competition
I'm Sonny Liston but with submission and kickin'
My management Teddy Atlas you jealous of my position
I hear my baby mama saying "bring the money home"
I got some gold on my belt but it ain't enough
They got jokes but I'm the type to break your funny bone
So if you heard that I was scared then they just made it up
You now at war with a giant with the heart of a lion (x3)
At the hands of a hungry savage with the mind of a Mayan (let's go)