Now everybody get they motherf**in' hands up
Stand tough, 5'4 an half, my ego crammed up
Lamb duck now n***a you slammed up
Cracka thought he was ku without the klan klux
Your clan clucks, chicken run
2 faced n***as ain't never seen the image once
Double that now he got a different one
Microwave n***as were lookin' a kitchen pun
Guess again, boy I run the town
Gold House k**ers
In the shadows when I'm not around
Scatter rounds fired from behind hit the ground, not a sound
Comin' from the hoes that you talkin' bout
You comin' in? n***a they walkin' out
I break bread and pigeons'll come flocking nao
No surprise if b**hes happen to stalk em
Flows unforgettable n***a so keep talkin'
An actin? n***a relaxin'
You in the crowd lookin' for action
An fact is
I'm barely at practice
I'm natural at this, and admit
You've been a fan the moment I started rappin'
An actual addict, I kick flows that act sporadic
Croc o matic, I'm pretty n***a
That's word to Matt and
I'm winning pageants
Got about 11 in my trophy case
Austin powers swag
b**hes sayin' oh behave