[Verse One: Edo G.]
Ayo I kick the type of sh** that b**hes want to freak to
n***as partying and getting geeked to
f** them n***as I don't speak to
You on some s**er sh**
Don't worry 'bout who I'm down with or what label I'm f**ing with
I'm on some other sh**
Plus I had enough of roughing it
You haters see me on the bus and smile cause you loving it
You'd rather see me in the trash like Oscar
Cause you don't wanna see the Edo G prosper
A lot of crabs trying to be lobsters
A lot of scary as n***as trying to be mobsters
I'm too deep up in this music
Don't ever plan to pull out son if you ain't gon' use it
It only becomes a habit if you constantly abuse it
I refuse to lose it
Bruise b**hes, backwoods and music
Edo G gon' prove it
Cause this is how the Berry do it
In this rap industry
M.I.A. gon' run what
[Hook: Edo G]
Now what you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Yo what you know about that huh?
What you know about that?
[Verse Two: Nottz]
Prepare for this invasion
This dark a**, frail a** cat
Weighing in at a buck fifty two with fo' five to split you (bllaow!)
Arma-geddon, meteors to hit you
Hit you with that sh** that cats in Tokoyo can feel too
All you up and coming stars
Yo I'ma drill through
Plant my nuke and blow you
Hot sh** to scorch you
And your squad I run through like kangaroo that [?] hold up
It's stuck, raise the roof like Luke do
My [?] will sting you like peroxide on fresh wounds
The crooks about to blow this sh** so n***a stay tuned
Teacher coming through so, motherf**er make room
Nottz be that sh** to be haunting your bathroom
Edo G make the cat bloom and slap the groom
I [?] impregnate her so the sh** won't die
DMP
Dirtee staff, 8th wonder dunn
Head crack your wack sh** and cop this fat sh** for your son
[Hook]
[Verse Three: Edo G]
Ayo I'm too ill
Leaving f*ggot n***as scared like [?] Hicks to Dru Hill
From Walnut to Blue Hill I'm true till
My crew win
That line you walk is very thin
I reps the Berry till the very end
I'm up and hurrying
You start? I'ma catch that a** like Terry Glenn
You on the outside looking in
I takes it back to the old days
You getting hit up on the streets cause you ain't looking both ways
Today's, so called rappers on stage is boring
But I stand up on my own like my dick up in the morning
Sick with the foaming but act stable
With the Nestle on the tables
Now every drug dealer wanna start a rap label
And run the same sh** like cable
While I'm in like my naval
Ready willing and able to come and save you
This ain't no Edo G debut
I'll slay you
And take all your label pay you
[Hook]