[Produced By Dr. Dre]
Yo turn it up a little bit
Uhhh
[Verse]
I idolize nobody I'm prophet in the flesh
I body every rapper no test the content
No, contest with contenders I bender
When I defend her
You small fries get no looks ya chicken's tender
I got a greed in my eye
And I see no degrees in ya rhymes
When I spit these sixteens said I define
That I-I-I do see degrees in my lines
And I'm throwing peace signs at you half a** rappers
You ain't at the right angle
Nine of these couldn't catch ya
Ninetys couldn't catch up, I'm hot dawg
The pot sizzlin I gotta throw the sizzle in
What you riddling?
Foes done froze up, I gotta keep it real
Cuz when them hoes gon' show up
Man motherf** em still
I'm the microphone checka for real
No deal, ima have the mic check ya for real
[Hook x2]
Yeah and ya don't stop
It's the golden child known to hold it down from the top