[Intro] Straight from the dungeons of rap Where fake n******gs don't make it back Cla**ic (Average) Leggo! [Verse] f** a car, I grab my vans and start rolling (yeah) I'm finna be best, not Kelly Rowland (right) Cause I've always lived my life as a custodian But now making works of art worthy of the smithsonian (woo) Watch me switch up Going as hard as dick when it stands up Being the De Deniro of the stanzas Prima Ballerina doing her pretty dances I think Freddie is about to crash, Tony Danza Watch me progress to something after being a f**ing nerd Just don't let me excel to my powerpoint and leave you without a word By then you n******gs won't amount to sh** (amount to sh**) Not even a f**ing turd When 16 ain't enough, I write another rhyme When your 18 ain't enough, I give her 69 Just tell your chick don't blow up my line Nothing else to say, okay next line Wasting more saliva on these raps than n******gs with speech impediments (right) And when they act fresh, I throw em a fresh pack of mints Oh, you're a bada**, ay Puckerman? I just throw Joey in the mix, where the hell you at? (where the hell you at n***a) U n******gs looking over the top like Pharrell's hat Already have a light voice any auto-tune would make it flat I already have your n******gs bumping my sh** They real recognize real, what do you make of that? Welcome to Magumba Street Where every n***a acts fishy And every bad b**h has a quarter a** like Nicki Meet me, an unJoey Tribbiani with the ladies But I still get the ebony maybes Cocaine 80s We go together like these crack babies She went from hot to cold Dont turn on the ACs (turn it off n***a) HOC HOC, hate it when n******gs gimme HOC Hate it when these n******gs act like HOV Dont trust em, they fishy Like eating anchovies Magumba Street (State Of Mind) [x4]