[Verse 1]
So give me the rhythm and it'll be off with ya panties
'Cause I'm off of a Xanny and soon to be offered Grammy's
I went to a college where they refused acknowledge
My style was so f** flawless I had to bounce like hydraulics
Or shine like polished Impalas, till I'm big as Christopher Wallace
No pennies paid to a stylist so Jenny Craig for my Wallet
If i ain't next then tell me who is
'Cause I swear I'm f**ing grinding like I got a few kids
And I swear I'm gone be grinding til I got a few cribs
And I swear I'm won't be signing til it's at Ruth Chris
The truth is, Drew is true as truth gets
Tryna build a dynasty, sh** I guess the these the Blueprints
[refrain]
[Verse 2]
Murder Murder I wrote this verse on a napkin
Under the influence of something to keep from overreacting
But yo I'm laughing, 'cause ain't no one expect that
I'd go from broken bad to like f**ing dope as meth lab
I'm raping beats like its p**n stars and they step-dads
So if you sleeping on me I apologize for the jet lag
Yo i'm so fly i don't know what to do with it
I could take off with your b**h and call her my stewardess
But the industry's confused, like hold up now who is this
Is he a rapper or is he acting, n***a please thats ludacris
But here's the motto I promise that I stay true to this
If your girl gets to roaming/Roman, I will seize her/Ceasar like Julius
'Cause your truly is truly just unruly
Pop's died April 1st and ain't a soul left to fool me
I'm music royalty so you ain't have to figure
How I'm twice as good as ya'll but still only like half a n***a
Rap game jack the ripper, ask your sister bout her twitter
It was lights, camera, action, even tagged me in the picture
I'm still surviving off of cheap wine
A college graduate dropping cla**ics in his free time
Im drinking pinnacle like I've reached mine
If love's a battlefield, your girl's legs do the peace sing