Hov invented swag, I'll give him that
But who invented slime about the n***as in the fitted caps?
Reppin Cincinnati, they ain't ever been there
I'm working the track out, no Under Armour gym wear
f** bad b**hes, check my list, see Kim there
Stacey Dash, I'll smash and pa**
And nut on they face like it's skin care
Can't get rid of me, the Game gon' be here
Like teachers with they tenure
No pen here, straight off the dome
I throw a shot, blacka, knock him straight off his throne
That goes for every n***a, the n***a with the lockjaw
And that heavy n***a, I ain't talking about Ross
He the mother f**ing boss, I'm the CEO
n***as using they Skymiles just to see me flow
I've got the Illmatic CD flow
Fake diamonds, fake kaballah beads, n***a CB4
I'm gettin' tired of these n***as, feds puttin' wires on these n***as
I got some Richard Pryors for these n***as
Couple court cases, couple shell cases
Trickling off the ground right next to where the Ace is
I can't take this sh** that I'm seeing in the industry
I'd rather be everybody's enemy in the back of the strip club
Guzzling some Hennessey; I really made it rain with Meech
I got memories
f** with em here, blow out your memory
Take the roof off of the Chevy, we ride Kennedy
Like a bottle of Patron, one n***a can't finish me
Whoop a n***a's a**, he'll tell the cops there was 10 of me
Ice on my neck, I ain't ever had an injury
Ice on my wrists, I ain't ever had an injury
Meanwhile n***as see me with the doctor
Platinum plates on the Phantom n***a, welcome to the opera!
Welcome to mi casa, shrimp scampi and lobster
Big bowl of OG kush, watching Shottas
n***a take a hit of that, it's California kush, five
You ain't gotta send it back
Quarterback, n***a I got the center back
Get Charlie Sheen on the phone, tell him to win it back
The summer over n***a, tell them that the winter back
Take that boy crown, b**h n***a, come get it back
Snapback? f** that, authentic fitted cap
n***a talk sh**, then it's off with his fitted cap
Off with his fitted cap
Let these n***as know that the boss of the city back
I need a 7 5/8 Philly hat
Rozay, where that n***a Meek Milly at?
Where Beans, where Chris, where Gillie at?
Can't stop bloodin', I'm a f**ing hemophiliac
1st n***a on the set with a red rag
Then the industry took my whole swag
Pound sign, dag, and all of you n***as is f**ing f*gs
I dare you come play up on the boy curb
20 n***as with me, can't one of them spell "hors d'oeuvres"
Pearl handle, but I don't eat oysters
Catch 'em in the hood, 24's on that Porsche
Annulment, had to divorce her
She ain't wanna get in the truck, I had to force her
Heard she wasn't giving it up, you had to force her
Buy homegirl some bottles to intercourse her
Where they do that at? Where my bloods at?
Where my soo woo rag? Where my lil n***a
From where they do voodoo at?
Four albums all number ones, go and Google that
So I'm banned like the number ones
How you try to make it rain with 100 ones
n***a, I'm married to the game, no cummerbund
Everyday I'm in the Range with another gun
I snipe ya... no Wesley
I'm the king, mother f** Elvis Presley
I'm the king and I be smoking, dare a n***a come and test me
Put two 9's on your back, Wayne Gretzky
Yo, I'm ahead, they can't catch me
5 to 10 and over, n***a, arrest me
I be out tomorrow, my lawyer'd beat that
Now n***a, go and tweet that
I just did, n***a, re-tweet that
And tell Floyd I've been workin' on the speed bag
He don't fight Pacquiao, then I'm up next
Cut his eyes like Jimmy Iovine cut checks
I'm a millionaire, n***a, f** stress
Put me on Basketball Wives, it'd be a f**fest
Shout out to Funk Flex, Shout out to DJ Clue
Shout out to DJ Skee, Shout out to DJ Pooh
He gon' cry when he get in the car
Like I cried blood tears when I was gettin' the star
Like I told Vida Guerra she wasn't gettin' that far
Got some head, then I kicked that b**h up out of the car
But look at the bright side, it was a SLR
And you've been kicked out worse, don't act like I was the first
Then came Amber, alert
You ain't 'posed to talk about a n***a wife, but she squirt
Like a soda can, I can murder this beat if Yeezy and Hova can
So here we go again
Pounds of the kush, and couple of my oldest friends
Last week, I was in my Uncle Otis' Benz
Back it up into the throne, it's totaled then
Only had it for a week, it ain't broken in
I'll prolly never be king, it's kinda soakin' in
Heard I'd never go big, from Napoleon
He had a complex, all I got is concepts
Cla**ics, legendary straight up out the projects
San Diego Aztec, number one prospect
Aston Martin, that's a foreign object
Phantoms, 'rraris, wasn't 25 yet
Lambos, Mazzis, wasn't sayin' 5 yet
17 million, my son wasn't 5 yet
Disrespect the whole rap game and ain't die yet
Hov, lets make a side bet
I'm a J. Cole fan, can a n***a drop next?
(Damn, I mean he got a good thing)
Call Pay Per View: can me and 50 box yet?
Dr. Dre can I hear Detox yet?
Yeah, I got some singles on that b**h
Where that ho Maliah at, got some singles for that b**h
Turn on the radio, got some singles on that b**h
Pot of Gold, Me and Kris Kringle on that b**h
Goin' HAM in the club, you should see me in this b**h
Spades bottle tall as Bobby Valentino in this b**h
How it turn into Casino in this b**h
Tell 'em it's Gee Money I'm with Nino in this b**h
On my toes like a ballerina in this b**h
No Prodigy at Summer Jam screamin in this b**h
Child prodigy, Bobby Fischer leanin' in this b**h
Alpo a** n***as ain't want to see me gettin' rich
Too late for that though, I got cash flow
Young Fidel Castro, actin' like a a**hole
And I don't know better
I ain't know if this a Louis Vuitton or Polo sweater
To me the YSL logo better
Watch a knock-off cause these hoes know better
I made the documentary, I'll be rich forever
Like my nickname Dick, I'll be rich forever
Pause... now applaud, and let these real Hip-Hop fans count my bars
Let these real Hip-Hop haters count my cars
Back to Swishers, f** a Cuban cigar
Unless it's handed to me by a Cuban
All these haters on my Dirk so I might as well smoke it with Mark Cuban
Old n***a New York knees, Ewing
Kyrie Irving give a f** about a 2 inch
Got these b**hes giving me brains, so stupid
Finally got the Otis instrumental, had to loop it
New school rapper shot by Cupid, stupid
Everybody sayin' they sick, I got lupus
And I'm still on the block, like the New Kids
I got a few kids, I got a few cribs
I got a new kid so I bought a new crib
2.5 stupid, not a new crib
50 helped a n***a out, but the truth is
All of this sh** from one freestyle on Whoo Kid
If I ain't the king, then n***a tell me who is
If I ain't won the west the last 9 years, who did?
I'll wait, while I'm starin' at my Hublot
In my Blackberry looking for b**hes that do blow
Used to push weight, like a sumo
Give it to my b**h, let her stuff it in the culot
Take it to the visitor room, give it to Bruno
He nickel bag and slide it in the new box of Uno
But that's too much inf, for the you know
Where I'm from a rat'll never give orders to Bluto
I heard your lil' album, kudos
They say the sh** a cla**ic, n***a, I got a few of those
A few hoes, new clothes, like I'm Jason Derulo
So n***a step to the side like a Euro
And a n***a get too close
Louisville slugga to the dome, Pujols
n***as don't like Game, they a bunch of puntos
I'm sippin' mojitos with Ms. Puerto Rico
Drew League floor seats, Durant shootin' free throws
Back to the spot, left eye in the peep hole
A1 Perico, stay up out my stash
I'm just a middle man, n***as f**in' up my cash
Police pull me over, now they f**in' with my dash
2 blocks to go, toss that sh** up in the trash
2 Glocks'll blow, put a bullet in your a**
Like Plaxico, got you jettin' up the Ave
I swear to god man, these n***as make me laugh
'Pposed to be my future, you ain't f**in' with my past
I shoot first, ask questions last
Kobe mind state, why the f** would I pa**?
Boost crime rate, then make Twitter crash
All in one day with my controversial a**
My grandmama SMH my mama like damn
The hoes LOLing and my n***as goin' HAM
Run your lips like Gina, sh** get thick like Pam
This a bloodsport, Jean Claude Van Damme
180 bars, man damn
Love Farrakhan but I'm 'bout to go HAM
You hear what I just said? n***a damn
I love the beef, but I'm 'bout to go HAM
Yeah, hard as a mother f**er
Open my garage, see cars like a mother f**er
Walk up in the club, see broads like a mother f**er
b**hes pulling titties out of bras like a mother f**er
Ace of spades, black card like a mother f**er
You n***as broke, RushCard like a mother f**er
Outside the club plush cars like a mother f**er
And we ain't rent sh**, these ours like a mother f**er
But f** with my n***as, see stars like a mother f**er
Snoop, Busta and Nas they my mother f**ers
2V2's and AR like a mother f**er
Kid Red, Wackstar like a mother f**er
Slept on it but this Otis beat, hard as a mother f**er
Drums weak as f**, need Mars like a mother f**er
Give a drummer some, b**h get on your knees and give a plumber some
I'm leakin'
Sound like Just Blaze in this b**h
Its black wall kiss my black balls, the K's in this b**h
N dot W dot A in this b**h, Game ball hard need a agent and sh**
Any one of you n***as can get blazed in this b**h
And we could fight to the d**h put a cage in this b**h
200 for the Yacht, where the spades in this b**h?
I got them white b**hes plankin' like slaves on the ship
Import, export, feds on the landing strip, meet me at the next port
And abort the operation if I text y'all
Nevermind that, my connect be the escort
Let's rewind that, back to my mama Escort
Keys overseas way before I had a pa**port
Keys in the trunk '95 Honda Pa**port
I got whatever you need, ain't gotta ask for it
Its a Dillinger in the V stuffed in the dash board
n***a been f**ing with rock, no Damon Dash boy
And it's a damn shame what happened to Dame
He ain't even get to keep his Rocafella chain
Or the Rocawear chain, or the Armadale liqour
You was already down, n***a ain't have to kick ya
With ya own Pro Keds, in yo forehead
n***a treats his own friends like the dope heads
Guess he Scarface and you Frank Lopez
This here holy water, put that on the Pope head
Something like a Priest n***a nothing like a pastor
When that R.E.D. drop just prepare for the rapture
Lock me out of Canada, balling like the Raptors
sh** don't even matter, name floating in the rafters
Got the 44 on me call me Tom Raper
Roll it up in the Phantom and blow it up out the Aston
All they see is R.E.D. I'm holding up all this traffic
They tellin' me I'm sick, but I'm sittin' fat like Magic
Bars, Tragic, n***as know im a savage
Won't appreciate it til years after I perish
Be a old n***a ballin' yeah Robert Parish
With a white b**h, cornrows, looking like Bo Derek
Got my white b**h in the hood, I call her Kreayshawn
She better stay between the lines like a crayon
Cause the block is something I spent all day on
Posted up with something long as the n***a Tayshaun
And I'm off probation, so I'm back in the kitchen, Raekwon
This is just a intermission, stay calm
262 Bars, Naplam
Thats 238 to go, this for my unsigned n***as just waiting to blow
I know its n***as 'round your hood just hatin' ya flow
Baby mama in ya pockets steady taking your dough
It's gon' be goons in the crowd, n***as hating your show
Couple n***as hidin' that love, they just hatin' to show
But what don't k** you, only make you stronger
Twenty minute sets, stay on ten minutes longer
I was just like you, still got the hunger
Couldn't see in the dark, feelin' like Stevie Wonder
Waitin' on my turn when Dre pulled my number
I was Spongebob for the next three summers
Then I did numbers, mama I made it
Took the Unit under, still got haters
Die hard fans from Compton to Decatur
Ten million sold, still carry the lasers
Said I still carry the lasers, Lupe what up!
Still got D, G Wall for the blazers
Still pack Heat don't make a n***a D-Wade ya
Don't make me get on my phone and call my pager
Translation them my shooters, Pacers
n***as say they really got heart, but them is pacers
New West n***as is spitters, razors
Tyler the Creator, K Dot, Jay Rock
Gla**es, Crooked, your boy got the bay locked
But me an Tiger got the hoes, Baywatch
Meaning we put on a show, while they watch
Watch us hustle like Nipsey
30 bottles of spades, n***a we ain't even tipsy
So with that rap sh**, miss me
All these n***as p**y won't nobody diss me
n***a I don't blame ya, better do ya history
Every n***a that tried, died a mother f**in' mystery
f**in' with the misfit
You got company I'll k** that mother f**er
See what I did to fif sh**
That's why I'm always popping big sh**
I love New York thats why I'm always bumping B.I.G.'s sh**
Kick in the door waving the four four
All you heard was the four four
n***as jumping out the window on the fourth floor
But the b**h was scared to jump so I put her on all fours
Four albums, four plaques, phantom, four doors
I'm the only five, you n***as is all fours
That ain't a cla**ic album, n***a you off course
You need to call Blaze, Swizz Beats or Scott Storch
Bon'jour wake up in Paris
Sippin on Conjure mix it with cranberry
Baby what kinds yours?
We up on the top floor n***as
On the bottom we can see a lot more
Baby I'm a problem
If I see a spade and he sippin' on Spades, I'mma call him
Word to my son Harlem
Ya boy used to ski in coke, I'm talking slaloms
Courtside next to Snoop sitting with starlets
I got a thing for red bones and Louis wallets
See the watch making them drool, cause its retarded
See the cops pointing at dude cause he a target
The world is a shooting range, so I'm aiming at the Shy
And I'mma hit that mother f**er in the newest Range
Hit the south side, doing two and change
Watching Otis so I pulled over and blew the brains
Man its cold out this mother f**er Gucci Mane
Brr, chinchilla fur
Ain't have to move to Texas but I'm in that flying spur
Don't work with Petco but I could flip the bird
Who got snaps on the petro? Word
I'm trying not to hit my 6's on the curb
Nothing like Sonny but I'm driving in reverse
In love with the money, I shall never deter
Probably with the honeys on 54th and 1st
My pimp hand strong from Cali to dirty Jersey
Church, tabernacle, look at ya bird, she laughing at you
sh** is absurd, what happen after you n***as walk out the club?
Them n***as start clappin' at you
Sometime short days can turn into long nights
Steve Urkel n***as trying to life Capone life
You seen Vegas, don't get caught up at the wrong light
Shooting K's and handguns got a long flight
Yeah, got the lights on backyard looking like Vegas
When the fights on
Hood morning, Hood evening, Hood afternoon for no reason
Buck 50 to the face now you bleeding
King Leonidas, 300 while he cheesing
Hop in that 300, tell my n***as we leaving
Tell that n***a laying the ground, we even
No need for oxygen masks, he ain't breathing
Did it with the lights on, Compton raised a heathen
Ain't no f**ing witnesses, but everybody seen it
They know what the business is, I'm ripping up subpoenas
Got no love for b**hes, all I'm giving them is penis
Got to watch these b**hes, they'll take you to the cleaners
They'll startch that a**, they'll press ya
Trying to be Kobe wife, b**h you ain't Vanessa
b**h you ain't Monica, so what's with all the pressure?
I'm rolling my chronic up, bling on the dresser
Out in Santa Monica banging her on the dresser
I don't do the cuffs, but she wan't me to arrest her
Take another pump then switch the direction
Walk around dolo, I don't need protection
Unless I'm with a groupie, now I need protection
Four condoms came for the thing, I'm on that next sh**
Two word minimum, I ain't trying to text sh**
Two drinks at Mr. Chows, now we on some s** sh**
Can't get through the door with this who*e
She trying to success, she trying to succeed
She trying to blow me, no strings attached she like a Wii
But when the houselights come on she like a 3
Put her face in a bag, from behind she like Free
And I ain't have to buy the b**h a bag it was free
But that's just for me, give it to her like "Unnhhh" Master P
Ain't no limit, I go hard as mother f**er
Me and Pacquiao seeing stars like a mother f**er
384 Bars like a mother f**er
All out of breath I should pause like a mother f**er
Nah, I gotta go hard as a mother f**er
Drop top Gotti, foreign cars as a mother f**er
Started off small, living large as a mother f**er
In my rearview I came far as a mother f**er
Rip the head off Medusa and all the blood s**ers
Peace to Baby and Slim them my blood brothers
Shout out to Waka and Jones them my blood brothers
Shout out to Styles and Kiss them my other brothers
Shout out to Tune and Ross them my other other brothers
Sitting here watching the throne, bored as mother f**er
(Lets Go)
Time to break the beat down for these clowns
Tell my Uncle Otis he can RIP now
Go to sleep now, my flow senile
And I ain't trying to get locked up, in the penal
System
I can't feel my face, I'm trying to feel the ba**
But I got all this Ace in my system
Run circles around you rap n***as
Like I'm doing drills for the Pistons
Sleep comfy but I can still, hear the whispers
Draw steel, cause n***as still don't get the picture
Gotta paint it red just so they can see it
If you can't understand colors, n***a Ice-T it
Now bring the ba** back, turn up the sneer
Tell the b**hes with lace fronts start fixing they hair
And Mars give a n***a a drumroll right here
And right there, Yeah...
Back, Back, Back up on that rap sh**
Keep that Louis napsack and that backpack sh**
GTFOH, with that snapback sh**
f**ing three b**hes a night, call it a hat trick
Los Angeles, Kings meaning its more than one
Me and Snoop be doing our thing
And I kinda did away with the bling
Use to walk around every f**ing day with the bling
In and out the f**ing safe with the bling
n***as come around they ain't safe with the bling
My shine is mine, catch a case for the bling
Out comes the 9 from the waist for the bling
Put this mother f**er in your face for the bling
Burn your tongue now you ain't got a taste for the bling
80 bars left, whole club sold out
And I'mma get this flow out until their ain't no f**ing car left
Until there ain't a Cuban cigar left
See my n***a Dre in here, Yeah he on the far left
Long way from car theft, around the corner from homicide
If you seen the sh** that I seen
You probably be traumatized
Remember when my brother died
Thats what made my mama cry
Spent four years alone then my grandmama died
Damn, I ain't never been the same
Pay homage to the woman that gave the world to Game
So the drama it will never die
That's on my mama five
f** with my kids or my wifey, that's when the llama fly
Can't afford to lose them
If I had to pick between hip hop or my family
Mother f**er, I'd choose them
As far as rap n***as, I break legs and bruise limbs
Stomp a n***a face in, in some huge timbs
n***as don't invite me to sh**, I had to move in
Annihilated Bleek, had to tie a couple loose ends
Couple crashed cars, had to lose a few friends
Wifey want an Escalade, I just copped a new Benz
f** stock, hood n***as ride new rims
Dubs too small f** it go on 22 then
22 shrinking now we on 24's
Won't be long til 6's sittin' on that Porsche
n***as chopping Maybachs, clever, raw
But I'mma chop a Chevy, Mad Max the '64
b**hes love it, n***as like that
Hip Hop was high school punch, I had to spike that
Tell 'Bron and Wade the n***a Mike back
If Uncle Otis rubbed you wrong, go get the ice pack
Undisputed beef king, who the f** could fight that?
You wanna hit the surplus store, then bring a knife back
n***as goin' gold, "sh** them is nice plaques"
Finally, get your a** in the ring
Won't f**ing fight back
Everybody wants you to swing, go ahead and strike back
Me I'm spitting nothing but flames
I'm like a strike match
Empire Strikes Back, Jedi Mind Tricks
This is how the stars war, why you acting hard for?
Me, I'm hardcore, middle of Darfur
You don't wanna see what the f** is inside the car door
I got something big under the T-shirt
On the front it say "Tha Carter IV"
I'm about to order more
n***a they ain't told you?
It's like the Gulf War
Put a hole in one of you n***as, no par 4
'Rari on the green, got a V12 Ferrari on the green
I be twisting Bob Marley on the green
I took 100 thou just to add another Mazerati to the team
Should of saw me as a teen, facin' the magazine
Any drama, I'm loading up a case of the magazines
Not the Source or the XXL know what I mean?
Rolling Stone, ain't getting my Vibe
So I remain King
At least til T.I. home
As far as the east, ain't no King n***a B.I. gone
Far as bars that four ocho cinco
So the next line is for Ocho Cinco
Easy on the Clicqot, homie don't drink so
I'mma guzzle the bottle and find me a f**ing sink yo
Where Otis? Somewhere playing Bingo
Star on my face, I'm a star like Ringo
Ten bars left, su woo is the lingo
All red everything, no visine though
Just left Boston, no Benzino
Hit something out in New York, Bambino
And I coach my team like Pitino
He know, we hit King of Diamonds
Everybody throwing C-Notes
On my way to Sin City, pit stopped in Reno
Feeling like Carlito before they casted Pacino
Matter fact f** him, De Niro in Casino
500th bar, f** You; Cee Lo