[Verse: Cornelius West]
I'm running everything like I was born Barack
I'll body slam a hater like I was born The Rock
I'm eating good, I'm on my Buffet like a Warren stock
Armed and going hammer like the man on the orange box
So be alarmed or not
But tired rappers getting harmed a lot when I'm on my sh** like I'm on the pot
But don't need weed to get you higher than a flyer
I'm supplying you with fire till I drop dead or retire, That's choir
Got em saying "Good Lord," gospel
Flow so hostile, oh so awful
You kids are played out, so Aeropostale
Ya'll need to fade out
Need CREAM? I got you
See me? I'm not you
Who he? He offed you
They try to do what? Beat me? Impossible
I'm doing what I gotta do to top you haters
I got your girl now, maybe she could top you later, look
f** the haters, power to the ones made it
And to the ones that's hating, I see you as motivation
Vacations on private islands, you'll never know my location
I can't stand when I fail, I live for standing ovations
They say "life is a game" so I'm learning to be a player
I'm learning to be the greatest
I'm learning to be the savior
I sleep at night knowing that I'm getting better daily
But I verbalize my dreams even if I'm talking crazy
Cause maybe I'm just crazy
Or maybe I'm the truth
Or maybe I'm just hated cause I act like I'm too cool
But set fire to these liars like I got "Nothing to Lose"
My desire's to spit fire like I got something to prove
And I'm off this
Cornelius West
2012