(*talking*)
Ha-ha made it ma, top of the world n***a ha
I hear these bullsh** a** raps, y'all calling hip-hop n***a
And I must say, I am not impressed one bit n***a
Nope, let's get to bidness though k**a hey
[Kyleon]
I'm a heat maker, no not a beat maker
I write fire do you get it, I'm a heat maker
I'm a grinder not a binder, but I keep paper
That's why them freaks chase us, we turn em to skeet tasters
I'll skeet taste ya, but not a whole lot
So don't confuse k**a for a trick, I give a hoe not
Zip zero, stingy with that dinero
Say it ain't my demeanor, I'ma leave that up to FEMA n***a
I'm a heat maker, no not a beat maker
I write fire, do you get it, I'm a heat maker
I'm a grinder not a binder, but I keep paper
That's why them freaks chase us, we turn em to skeet tasters
I'll skeet taste ya, but not a whole lot
So don't confuse k**a for a trick, I give a hoe not
Zip zero, stingy with that dinero
Say it ain't my demeanor, I'm leave that up to FEMA n***a
I do the beats, like Ike treat Tina
So I do a b**h bad, and treat a n***a worse than that
Step up your verses black, get on my level hater
But you gon need a staircase, and two elevators
I keep some'ing on my waist, that'll levitate ya
And decapitate ya, want me to demonstrate ya
When that Glock nine, give you a facer
Straight shot to your dome, like Patron with no chaser man
[Hook]
Y'all dudes, ain't f**ing with me
Y'all dudes, ain't f**ing with me
Y'all dudes, ain't f**ing with me
Tell you the truth, y'all ain't got nothing for me no
Put these rappers in a line, let's see
Put these rappers in a line, let's see
Put these rappers in a line, let's see
No, they ain't f**ing with me nope
[Kyleon]
Put these rappers in a line, I run through em like push quick
That's the truth, that ain't no bullsh**
'Gar full of presidential, smoking on that bush sh** that kush sh**
Smell it inhale it that's that good sh**, I'm on that neighborhood sh**
Run up in your house, gun up in your mouth
Without warning, like Notorious B
k**a move through the streets, so notoriously
I'm on that Gotti Soprano, with the ammo I'm a G
Dope than a motherf**er, I'm a ki that's me
Download some'ing, get a c.d. and you'll see
Take off yor gla**es, get a good look
I speak the truth, like I'm rapping out the good book
Flows hot, like I got em out a cook book
But I'm Emeral, you Martha Stewart n***a
Ain't no b**h in my blood, I ain't feminine
My heart don't pump Kool-Aid, my blood ain't cinnamon n***a
[Hook]