Get dat money
Motherf**er, I'm gully
Mo' money, mo' problems
So, I don't got it
Nah, just playin' Get it by the pound
Stay on top like the English crown
No doubt I'm bound
Destined for greatness
Goin' Apesh**
Takin' over your town
And I don't even need to pop no rounds
You're chop liver, I'm a starving hound
f** all you protestors
I'm a future one-percenter
I am shinin', on my grind
And it is only getting better
Hah!
When it comes to rap, I am the messiah
You're on the moon? Well, I'm way higher
Flyer than a suit on Richard Pryor
I'm nastier than slimer
I'm Wolverine, you're Stryker
Yeah
Out for revenge
No doubt
Keep me eyes open like a steak-out
Flow so hard that I literally break ground
I spit hard sh**, n***a, don't get hurt
Used to be edge, now I'm off dat purp
Kiss the ring first
Or you will get murked
And your body used to fertilize dirt
f** your raps, you stay generic
Like a bearded terrorist
This game is my inheritance
Don't you dare embarra** it
Or best believe
You will feel the wrath of my disease
Please
Don't got time, but I do got steez
Even got your grandma on her knees