They say that talent talks, if only sk**s could sign
Still I till in the field, wishing that the field could sign
Still I deal with the bills, will I write my will in time?
You could feel the real, better yet feel the rhymes
Feel my vibe when the crystals in this presidential hit you
But it's only beneficial if you been official
As commander in chiefing I'm addressing the issue
Consider this a message to refs and officials
My lyrical chops is k**ing any tune
It don't take no Einstein to know who won round two
Mothaf** rivalry, a n***a smell bribery
You gave them a round... (now it's time for me)
My name's on the crown, stop lying to me
Y'all a lie away from bringing out the lion in me
I'mma lean on you simps if you ain't nodding with me
But don't take another sip before you die in your sleep...