CurT@!n$ - #1 lyrics

[Verse 1: Ro Spit] Check, yeah, the track got hot once I got on I wear my heart on my sleeve Comme Des Garcons I know I'm the sh**, my French Pardon A king in the booth I get my troops march on We outta here, bars drop ya thinkin' I'm a enigma Cause I been had swag back when it was charisma You know I'm a champ by how I'm raisin' my fist to Not be number one I couldn't live with that stigma I figure, I was at the top and I'll never slump Neva pump fake n***a I'd rather dunk You feelin' good about yourself go head bet a hun I take ya girl then ya pride, then the cheddar come You've neva won and ain't dreamed about ever winnin' Second place the highest place that you ever been in I do whatever for the cheese, I'm forever grinnin' This verse amazing and it couldn't a had a better endin' [Verse 2: CurT@!n$] Curtains, I'm the best at it, number one With the flow, KRS at it And I'm handin' out L's like Nike I'm a chess addict You try to battle but you lost like a Meth addict I'm like Meth at it, I'm the f**in' man I done ran them all like Cunningham No gun in hand, but these warning shots Try to diss me, then I'm on your block You lookin' shocked, like we done f**ed up now I stay in the cypher like puff, puff, pa** No Spliff, but I'm a star like Busta man Already said it once, but I'm gone tell ‘em again I'm number one, uno, no dos I'm like an atheist I got no hope For your week raps, you can keep that I got the game all Twisted like Keith Sweat [Verse 3: Big Sean] What you know about, being the best at Any place you reside or rest at Used to have to check back, now I hand back checks And can't remember the last time I seen flat chests Out of town luggage lookin' like a chess match, Louis Or a tournament, chain look like a ornament Me and your b**h fornicate and she ain't on no foreign sh** But I hit her from behind and leave a wet back And then I pa** out Then I took ya girlfriend & turn her to my mascot Hometown hero but I never pull my mask out Bet the crowd love me love me like I hit the last shot Sometime your first shot, can be your last shot So see what I do when the ball get's pa**ed out Yep, but everybody call me Big Go hard or go home, so I don't ever see the crib, b**h [Verse 4: Bun B] Say, I'm bout to handle my business, who is this The Big Dawg of the South, don't forget this Now sit back and bear witness like LeBron To the King, AKA boss I'm so the Don All that, been that, now I'm ahead On some other sh** tryinna get my hands on my bread and don't Let it be said that I do not run it, run it I bet you what you tried to do, I done done it Ridin' foreign cars, doin' foreign shows Makin' foreign money, f**in' foreign hoes Held down VIP and popped bottles Made it rain up in the club and knocked models Later for that mane, it's all in the rear view I got my eyes on the prize in the clear view Ya gunnin' for the top spot and yeah I hear you But me I ain't three and I'm nowhere near two So looka here dude