Verse 1:
I've always had a thing for b**hes who lacking attention,
Including you, the inspiration for my latest question,
Why you b**hing on me like you dun felt some affection,
You and your n***as, y'all been talking sh** not worth a mention,
Fueled by incompetence from your direction,
Deep sh**, colonoscopy from your vocal section,
Okay, I think I've had enough of you n***as,
Take a breather to gather my ego for this session,
I been bossed up, I been bossed up,
Give y'all reality checks if y'all ain't guaped up,
The talk crazy, the talk crazy, these n***as been Toya DeLazy but still cross us,
Y'all ain't ever n***a need me now it's opposite,
Get better and better like Checkers with no benefits,
I never diss a n***a, I just tell the truth,
Then I never see 'em again like I'm Charlie Puth.
Hook:
Never try to f** with me on these parts,
Y'all can f** me up but I can tear you apart n***a.
Never try to f** with me on these parts,
Lean and the liquor flows, die for this art.
Verse 2:
I've been Frank Sinatra, high notes like Opera,
Got bars like Oscar, win Gold like Oscar,
Been topping playlist right after playlist.
I've been the greatest. Ain't nobody lay a hand on me with the base.
A hand on me with the base, got a glocka in my hand and I'mma aim it at your face,
Aim it (bang) at your faces and I'mma tap your girl's a**
If it's the last thing I do,
It's revenge of the nerds and we coming for your crew,
Ray Rice with it, I mean take a look around you,
I'll f** the game up, I'll leave a black eye on iTunes,
Who the f** you think this is, tripping over lean and liquor like some kind of kid
A whole lot of testosterone in my system, that's why nobody do it like the way I did,
A little n***a say he tired of playing your games,
A little n***a say he never gon' hang with you lames,
A little n***a say he all about the paper, right after hitting 'em vapours and
The fame is all one in the same,
Who you think you f**ing with when I got the GUICE in this b**h,
808 Kid, and Zeus in this b**h,
And not a thing left to prove in this b**h,
Devoted LP gon' make me real rich.
Level X Flex.
Verse 3:
I'm about as deeper as the Great Depression,
I'm about as f**ed up as my intermission,
And blessed be thy name, I changed the game about a hunnid times,
Just so I could give a proper lesson,
A verse that could end your life in a minute,
I spit it worse than Kimberly did on Ray J's dick,
I'mma hit it and quit it, then get back on it and finish it, then I'mma
(GET BACK ON IT) like the beat was nicotine,
I'm too young to be doing this, I'm like 16, oh please,
That was sweeter than my 16s, now the flow got a Nasty feature like I was Breeze,
And n***as take a shot like a Smith & Wessen,
Don't you know I got more co*k than a Smith & Wessen,
Don't you know I'm more involved like the intersection,
I got no chill these days, I give more chill than a Kelvinator,
Man, I'm dropping the chilli these days,
Y'all need a Garmin, y'all are lost in your ways, I got my juice back,
Lemon haze, y'all minimum wage, y'all Marvel at the magic, I'm Dr. Strange,
Three fingers above all of you n***as, more punches than Johnny Cage,
FL Studio G-O-D, with a GED in Psychology, read all of your minds,
Suffcate 'em with air that I breathe, then I dab on a n***a's grave,
Y'all took a Chance rapping for Money you can't Save.
(Hook)