Yeah, yeah, yeah
Guns pop, bullets drop
Quick wit the feet, Once we hear the cops (we gone)
This ain't a school play, but give me my props
I started from the bottom, just starin' at the top. (I see it)
The top is where I'm needed
The top is where I see it
The top is never mistreated
Don't you ever misread it
I may seem conceited. (I might be)
But the game is food, and I'm bound to eat it
I'm ready to take it, and just face stuff it
I could do it like it's nothin'. But it is somethin'. (It really is)
I got the party jumpin'
I got your heart thumpin'
And your veins stay pulsin'
I'm so fly, while you in a tailspin
I see you scramblin'
How you handlin'?
Oh you managin'?
Then why you stiff, standin' still like a manikin. (Scary a**)
My flow got you panickin'
You scared, so sad, too bad
I'm rad, I'm radical
Rap game n***a, let me show you what I do
This is not the prime. I'm far from the pinnacle
I'm lookin' straight into you
Blowin' off steam like I was Majin Buu
Yes I do
I could paint a picture, but i'm far from a Basquait
Just watch, Switch spots, I'll murder your spot. (we k**in' 'em)
The whole team got more cars than a parking lot
I say a lot
But I mean a lot
You get murked, or you get got
Or flip-flopped. What that mean?
You have no choice but to lose. (loser)
I may be single. But bad b**hes come in two's
And i'll take ‘em both. I'll never pick and choose
She sippin' on that brooze
But I follow all the clues
I seen her in the city
What a shame, what a pitty
She was so pretty. She could've came wit me
But money got us empty... filthy, (dirty money)
She's just a dime wit a penny
But i'm second to none, Couped up in a Bently
Wit Tims on my feet. Rims that can't be beat.(fo'real?)
I'm k**in' all these beats.(really?) I'm never packin' heat. (Oh really?)
And I got family inthe streets. And they ready to eat. (Straight up?)
And i'll pay homage. But won't forget the receipt
Creep….(I'm creepin') straight on a come up
Trynna get my sum. Right when the sun up
Champagne at my table
17 wit no label
You n***as ain't on my level
I'm ready to stack several
While you dancin' wit the devil
My bars come in the dozens
I do it all for my cousin
Free my n***a from the pin. (free 'em)
I do it all wit the pen
So lord forgive us for our sins, and we gone. (Bye-bye)