[Verse 1: Rufescent]
Yeah I get it
I can't rap like Biggie
f** you I got the flow to make your girl get with me
Plus I'm not fat, b**h, I don't got beats from Diddy
But k**ing and robbing and rapping are something that I'm familiar
Aw man, did he just diss the king
Nah I didn't he's my idol, but I wear his ring
He pa**ed it down to a skinny white boy with keys
To a sh** box Honda with two broke seats
Wanna know why I'm his kinda guy
Cause I don't give a f** if I live or die
Cause I'm dating a beautiful model that Cole found in Dubai
Took it from him in a caddy during a hell of a drive by
So listen closely while I toke the marijuana green
Pa**ed from BIG in the time machine
I see you out there worshiping Waka and Minaj
Just make sure Jay saves a spot in his garage
[Verse 2: Rufescent]
Take a second to think about what I just did
There's a second now hide your kids
Rufescent just spit over a Truly Y.O.U.R.S jig
And the chick in the back of the club on the rocks is feeling on Rufe's sh**
Man I been through it all, nightmares and downfalls
Shots outside my pad wasn't that bad I had it all
I had friends other sh** ya know, dreaming about Grammys
Living the life up, right
No listen you understand me
I had no money for food, but still my life was good
Cause God gave me blessings so thank him I would
But I hit rock so hard I'd just sit there and cry
Saying God it's okay take me I'm ready to die
And if you've never been, son, to that type of place
And been so low you had to post away for days
Then don't tell me I can't be as good as one of the greats
Cause you don't realize greatness until you see d**h's face
I'm ready to die
[Verse 3: Rufescent]
So everybody from the 9-7-8
Listen to me when I say that it's your time to be great
You don't believe me then check the popularity rates
We selling out Fenway like it's run by Jay
And if Rufe ain't, the next one to fly
Tell your homies you gotta pick up after Rufe your guy
Tell the girls I'm sorry but they gotta kiss me goodbye
Tell sis I love her and I'm waiting up in the sky
But truthfully your boy, he's still walking around
Haunting every artist that say they wanna come to town
That's cool, just make sure you bow
To the motherf**er holding Chris' gat like (blow!)
I carry the piece with me
I'll carry it peacefully
The people about to see
The descendant of a king
Or I might leave you hanging as my time draws nigh
Cause let's be honest
I'm ready to die