I step through the door and set the building on fire
I'm a kamikaze rider, you can tell by my attire
And I'm still spitting verses like a semi-automatic
And my swag is so electric all these pussies catching static
f** ya'll n***as, I'm way too strong
f** ya'll n***as, I'm in my zone
f** ya'll n***as if you ain't talking about money
I don't care if you think I'm right or wrong
I spit so hard, you would think I got halitosis
And I split a blunt down the middle like the red sea with Moses
December twenty first, yeah I was born on doomsday
And these rappers still be the main course on my f**ing food tray
I serve these rappers up just like creme brulee
And when it comes to the bullsh**, I'm like a linebacker so just don't bring it my way
f** you mean, I'm k**ing ya'll
I'm the sh** motherf**er, better check ya drawls
This my show and you casting off
I'm the man getting head like a Tylenol
f** you mean, I ain't falling off
If I was with Nicki then I'd be falling in
Take my friend, slap it on her bu*t
Beat it up, and then take it out and do it again
So versatile, I swear I k** anybody song
You love strippers and I love money, that's why I am on the throne
No, that's not a diss, just read between the lines
Ain't nobody f**ing with me, b**h I'm in prime
We are not the same, I'm a martian, yeah a motherf**ing alien
My gun is darker than the night, and it's quick to spray you thin
They said rap was dead, well I guess it need some saving then
I get so deep up in that p**y 'til I feel it caving in
Two guns on my waist, just like Two-Face
One black, one white, but neither ever leave a trace
And it's all too clear, I'm the best at this rapping
And this is not a movie so why you n***as acting
I come through with them twin guns
And k** you and the n***a you was born with
That chopper on my lap will have ya head in the air like a coin flip
And if they ask me what I'm doing, I'm Tony Stark swagging
On my Hugh Hef. sh**, I keep more b**hes than a pageant
b**h, I'm still the best, I spit flames like a dragon
Hip-Hop is my hoe, and right now I'm set to cash in
A couple thou. for a verse ain't sh** to a boss
I pay the cost, and then I floss
I'm the man in the front, you're in the man in the back
In other words, I won, you loss
Just go and check the scoreboard
I wipe 'em with the floor, sure
Explosive like some nitrogen, I might lose my composure
Fresher than a motherf**er, catch me rocking TrukFit
Got yo b**h on her knees giving me them duck lips