[Intro]
Yes, God! We ain't got no replacements!
This sh*t is easy. It's too fu*king easy! God!
[Verse]
Dropping the bomb
Sound the alarm
Heart on my sleeve
Blood on my arm
Blade in my palm
Cutting these records 'til 6 in the morn'
Cut me a check or just leave me alone
I need a crown
I need a throne
I am the king
You are a clone
I hit the spot
I'm in the zone
What do you know
Who would've thunk it?
Came out of Maryland, jumped out the barrel and turning myself into something
I studied the fundamentals of the craft, I made it up out of the dungeon
I'm 'bout to punch it, I treat this b*tch like a luncheon
No it's not up for discussion
I am disgusting
ni**a you can't tell me nothing
Who in the fu*k, done it the way that I done it?
I swear that my sh*t is original
Pressing your luck, thinking that you on my level
Oh no my ni**a we not similar
I'm in the cut, plotting and planning my future
I made a brand new maneuver
All this sh*t is amusing
I don't believe it, it's an optical illusion
I done been up
I done been down
Had to bandage up the bumps and the bruises
I had to run
Go get it now
Think of the winning, I can't do the losing
I realize that this sh*t is a choice
I am a fire, we lighting the torch
Still overcompensating with your whack ass
Living in the past ni**a never that
God!