I speak hard like I got a finger on the Caps Lock
And another finger on the trigger, let the caps pop
Double E's like I'm cumming, I let the raps drop
You other rappers are straight f*ggets, Camp Rock
I cannot be tamed, mic in hand and I can't stop
Old School, New School, Horrorcore but I lack pop
I'm the hippest around, Hip Hop, and I max hop
Money all around me, I won't let the stacks drop
In fact, nah, Latin Hustle lets the gats talk
Your boy Young motherf**ing Hokus bout to blast off
I got that money, I got that power, electric cheese
I swear I'll never let my rap game or my raps freeze
Your b**h's tits are saggier than Lil' Wayne's pants
I be listening to "French!" but I ain't from France
I swear ima blast you salami slapping a** b**hes
I swear ima f** you salami licking a** b**hes
You other rappers talk depressingly like a b**h that
Talks about her problems like I actually give a crap
As matter of fact, I would actually give that b**h a crab
If she only made her story just a little more interesting
Add an extra extraterrestrial or a professing depressed king
I ain't even give a f** no more, f** the world
About to pull an Ace, but I'm about to f** this girl
Leave her in a twist, leave her in a f**ing twirl
Leave her lonely on the street, without a pearl
Next to a "stuck in the 80's" f*ggot with a Jheri Curl
I need more like I'm dedicating "Marvin's Room" to my exes
And dedicating "Show Me a Good Time" to my next b**h
Ignorance is bliss, and I am the sh**
Can memorize a dictionary within a minute
If you try to diss, I will turn you into sh**
Can k** kilos of green within a minute
I'm in it, and damn, I still ain't finished
I eat up you sweet hoes like your a** is a danish
And I go through you blunt girls like a pothead
And I've fought for girls I barely even started
To like, f**ed up f*ggots I barely even knew at all
I ain't Drake but tonight, ima do it all
I ain't scared of no f**ing crew at all
Ima f** up this, take it over before I fall
I gotta do it fast too, no time to stall
I f**ing hate basketball, but I surely ball
Shirley Temple a** b**hes all over my balls
You n***as hating on me like ima dropped call
But see, the thing is that ima never drop the ball
These short p**y b**h a** rappers got me tall
I got all this money, my destination is the mall
After that, ima have to make a call
To the homie down at Maintain, then we tag on the walls
I won't do sh** for love, so f** Jamal
Young Hokus till I drop dead or instead
Till the feds, find out ive been abusing meds
Damn, how the f** did I end up right here?!
Looking at myself in a bright mirror
And I dont really know what the f** to do
Neither to say, neither where to move