[Verse: ] A couple years late, I ain't mad at u I heard u did this beat before so ain't this old news? I don't give a f** I'm out here making statements Broom & mop ready clean these streets like I'm the maintenance If my city got me I'mma make sure everybody rich Pressure from the game, my head up high this will be a swish They say I'm not New York I just sound like the town across Haters on the net love to nail u to a cross Man these rappers must be prunes, everyday they got some sh**s out Royal flush on em, handle down i need yall cleaed out Dance for my Foreign babe in Great Falls Mock me if u want, I'll be big like Rave-Symone's bra
Ahead of the rest, you'll get pissed on like pregnancy test This ain't aimed at anybody I just know I'm the best In your iPod u blast this since my city got no stations Tito asked for the tape when I was on vacation I was chillin tryna find some motivation Everyone was droppin sh**, it became my extra aggravation Pickin up this pen to be swagged out The game full of strip club songs so this what raps about?... I ain't got no heroes after Biggie died U be sayin "f** b**hes" kissin trannys wit those Mister Cee cries I told Ka** we some lighters, can't nobody match Even when they strike it, they ain't never built to last