Verse 1
Look who's at it right back at it get on that track and I gotta do damage look at my bat-tin' average and I got anotha crack at it, guess I'm an addict in my own lane, f**k that traffic clear that path, still a rappin' maniac that'll manage maintainin' stamina no amateur like what's practice?-we talkin' 'bout practice?-man I be on that s**t-rockin' to Baatin like f**k this rap s**t I listen to cla**ic-al, that's Tag wit' a cla**ic-flow go hard 'cause I'm in my zone, and I stay in it like I'm in my home, in the landlord and tenant, the minute I get to pennin' a good written it's good riddance end y'all gimmicks raw authentic, spit gold outta my grill I should invest in Paul Wall bu'ness, tippin' fo' fo's that's wrapped in fo' vogues, like back in o fo' (04) in this b**tch, they don't let us through the front-of the buildin' then we gotta kick in the back do' of that b**tch
Hook (repeat 4x)
La da da, hey hey, I'm so gone...you ain't on my, my level man I'm so gone
Verse 2
...and I'm always up to somethin' official artist, no longer label me as up and comin' I'm from that-part of the map of them rappers who rappin' better around them acts I'm gon' run a couple tracks check my track record, ain't been no half stepper has beens mad actin' like Eddie spazzin' outside of Flash dressin' room, put in all that work, yet them fans never check for you, just keep admirin' meanwhile I'm gon' set that roof-on fire I ignite it like lightin' a wick of a dynamite stick when applyin' this wit it's a cliffhanger on the edge of a cliff tryin' to find my grip, little metaphor about holdin' on and not fallin' off and not tryin' to slip had a to find a niche so I did but the game got crowded so I had to find a fit, see I felt like a hog amongst the wolves who had built his home up outta brick, my alien way of thinkin' you might catch me on that mother ship, bein' consistent at always bein' on some otha s**t if this underground then it's only right I make the underground lift, I'm gone
Hook (repeat 4x)