[Hook]
I'mma... I'mma... I'mma
I'mma hustler's hustler
A gangster's gangster
I'mma rapper's rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, ain't I, ain't I
[Verse 1]
I'm still winning and I'm nowhere near finished
It's just the first inning
And I'm gunning for the Pennant
And I been this, God made me
Y'all hate me, y'all atheists
Ya'll safety is at risk
It's the return of the Messiah
One and only Hov
Nah I ain't God but I've been made in his mold
So when the story is told let it be said I refuse to fold
I only fold bread
I stood for the best, I owed no debt
I represent the hood til my dying breath
I took a pay cut to become an exec
So the next muh-f**a can earn his paycheck
And even though these n***as talk greasy bout me
Ask these n***as how they 'gon eat without me
Ask these n***as if they want streets involved
And even if they don't like me, they respect the God
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm hustler's poster child, I'm supposed to style
I ain't got nothing to prove, I'm supposed to smile
I ain't insecure, I'm vested in a piece of Carol's Daughter
I'm in Sephora
Bricks are insignificant to him
He's a grown man, you're an infant to him
Take your baby money and burn, T-Ha
I spent that on furniture
I got Warhols on my hall's wall
I got Basquiats in the lobby of my spot
I'm so sophisticatedly hood, S.Carter cashmere premium goods
Thousand dollars for the sneaks
Timbo on the track
Two-fifty for the beat, G4 back and forth til my flow seats
I spent a couple mil just to lose to the Heat
[Hook]
Anything you aspire, to acquire I got
Any gun you say, you fired
I shot Any type of paraphenalia, I am the seller
I guess you're saying that's how I started Roc-A-Fella
Feds all fed up
DEA can't tell the dirty money from a Roc-A-Wear sweater
[Refrain]