Ft. Le$
(Verse)
Got the world in my hands, where's yo b**h a**? Spit bra**
Got a couple levels out in zip pa**, get cash
Stay rollin' hot, that's word to Riff Raff
Neva no joke, baby boy, let my sh** pa**
Time-bomb, guess I been takin' this time to blow
OG, top of the line, these n***as knock off
Came up straight from the bottom, how could I not ?
Talkin' fundamentals, but n***as want it hot sauce
Make it look good but prolly neva make it
Now they on the side-line, comentatin', hatin'
I done told em this my time now
And I done been patient
Been at the cut a while now and I done been waitin'
Waitin' is on deck, next semester, d**h threat
Murderin' these clowns, dawg, I'm at the game's neck
I always wondered how so many of these lames get respect?
Even worse, how the f** do these lames get a check, man?
(Hook break)
(Verse 2)
Bought the FUBU back, sweat shorts and white 1s
Lookin' like I'm gettin' money in 2001
With that madbangin' dipset, just ridin' with vets
Bout to make a food run, stay trappin' some fish
Got this on my sonar, way before you would trip
f** these n***as and pussies, this just the way that I feel
I had to chuckle and laugh when they singin' they betta
n***a hard to read, Mayweather, undefeated in this rap sh**
Couldn't match a flow with a hustle, why ? you say it
But you s**as in trouble, so get the f** on the double
Shook n***as Barley Saunders in my lane
Ellie Dolla, muthaf**a, everyday
We pull up on yo set, betta know the game's ova
I'm chillin' with em nines, and he ball like he balla
Throwin' dirt on yo soakers, got the whole game goin' to a crisis
Tell em n***as we the rap game ?