[Hook]
Got campaign going so bomb
Getting brain while I'm with your mom
f** b**hes when your dick this long
Real street rapper ain't no joke
We at the top, only place we belong
OJ, iced tea, patron
Smoking hundred dollar worth of strong
Tha Youth bout to hear this song
Got racks on racks on racks, racks
Racks on racks on racks, racks
Racks on racks on racks, racks
My cack's on top of a**, a**
You can't just push me down, eight-track
You'll get f**ed up, just like fake rap
These ain't f*gget punchlines, Ludacris
Got collars on your a**, cause you a b**h
Times are hard, but I'm harder
Ph.D in rhymes, flows like Harvard
Never gave a f**, so b**hes chase me
Sometimes I get dirty, but I stay clean
Tricks are for kids, so I get treats
Model broads, I'm in deep
Gat co*ked back, don't bring out my ill will
f**ed up a rapper before and I still will
Catch me riding dirty as f**, old cleats
Freezing these listeners, cold beats
Catch me in your mouth, so sweet
On the table, all white, Cocaine me
Rocks on rocks on rocks
Rocks on rocks on rocks
Filling up notebooks, literature
f**ing up old crooks, ligature
Sick rhymes, should be hospitalized
Only the truth, never catch me spitting lies
Dope sh**, watch me mainstream
Sex sh**, I watch your woman scream
Cold sh**, got fire, I mean steam
Only getting started up, so you know what I mean