[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Aiyyo get Frank the Butcher on the phone
Tell him it's in style to be a lyricist again
Tell him I'm fresh as f**
Get FILA on the phone, tell 'em I'm fresh as f**
Let's collab'
[DJ Premier scratches]
"Nickel!"
[Royce Da 5'9"]
All these Larry Hoover comparisons they all foolish, they untrue and they too common
Me? They'll probably mummify me with my penis still erect like Tutankhamun
They say that I'm out of my noodle while I'm freestylin
Cause I come off the roof with rhymin
Make money very fast, so fast I gotta bury cash
I'm Nicky Barnes in Barneys wishin I had fifty arms so I could carry bags
Ask around hoe, I'm low-key wacko
Ask if I'm O.G., I answer back like OG Maco
n***az askin, "Why you did that underground album?"
I ask, "What you ask fo'?"
Matter fact, so what? My style is art
I might drop this PRhyme sh** then say, "f** an album"
Start lunchin and drop a couple cold cuts a-la-carte
I got a good life man, we rich and they broke
They get bread, the knot in my pocket the size of Dej Loaf
We live, we ride, them 850i's
We love to call our pair of FILAs them "FILAs"
[Interlude: Royce Da 5'9"]
Old school, hoo!
Syllables, cadences, wordplay
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Underground cash, gra**roots, M6, white rag roof
The backlash of the fast rapper's big enough
to double the size of the a**crack on Shaq Fu
Truth spaz rap, sick with it, I spit sh** in a cla** black booth
Head-to-toe clad in a Hazmat suit
You talk sh** on the internet then you disappear, hashtag poof
Bad back, uh, gat bust, weird
n***az get clapped up and smeared all over the f**in atmos-phere
And that means everything that you type in all caps must, clear
from your laptop, screen, even your act must, fear
On the +Road to Riches+ like G Rap
Except this road is made of golden roses and this is the victory lap
What I spit is so visually dope
That when they hear me they imagine me sober but they picture the relapse
Your favorite rapper's least favorite rapper
Wait, I'll elaborate, I'm the reason why they release date is backed
[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Wait, wait whoa, hold on grab my keys my n***a
Gotta go...