(Verse 1) Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
If you f**ing with my paper then yo' limbs get rea**igned
You should know who this is but let me just remind
I am too divine to be apart of human kind
Stomping on this beat like a bag full of bristles
I go kamikaze and release all my lyrics like a missile
I make it thunderstorm, all you n***as make it drizzle
I'm a puzzle and a mystery that is wrapped inside a riddle
I'm possessed, it's an omen
The plan is now in motion
They say choose wisely, that's why I was chosen
Been a made n***a, been a paid n***a
f**ing with my n***as gets ya face rearranged n***a
Money makes me anxious, haters make me nauseous
p**y make me hard but snitches make me cautious
Ain't sh** changed, b**h I'm still a martian
Words from the wise, the gra** is greener in my garden
Yes, I'm still a martian and this is the abduction
Money talks and you ain't got enough to be apart of this discussion
Standing at the top in an advantageous spot
I'm so cold I make the climate and the altitude drop
I'm bringing back that real Hip-Hop
This what it sound like in case you forgot
I'm good, too good
How could I ever flop
Cover me, I'm going in to f** you when the hook drop (Verse 2) Hoe I rap euphoric
b**h I spit adrenaline
Every time I hit the booth, it's to these rappers benefit
First place in the race like a gold medalist
Push pedal to the medal with these d** I'm pedaling
This medicine, these n***as p**y full of estrogen
I'm the best and I presume there is no comparison
Out of this world, yes I'm quite the f**ing specimen
Equipped to drop bombs that will reduce you to a skeleton
And these n***as claim I changed ever since I came up
My response is simply that you need to step ya game up
Got big nuts motherf**er, and they hang tough
Commence the pistol packing, don't make me make this thang bust
Yeah, if I ain't balling I coach
We approach with the toast
I don't brag, I boast
Sitting in the Phantom ghost with the chrome black spokes
SR-25 with the infrared scope
On a mission to get money, I just follow the drift
My presence is a present, I'm considered a gift
Hoe it's Jay F. Tae
And the F is not for Fall
The F is for flier than y'all