[Intro] What'up? Put that beat on They ain't ready for this joint Let's get it! [Hook: Brandon Carter] What can I say, I guess I got a way with words?! I'm back hauling, I'm back balling, I rap honest I pa** honors, I pa** hardest, my notepads wanted I top novice, I rap knowledge, I'm that polished If I never make it, I'm decorated, sophisticated, innovative, and too persuasive, I made a statement What can I say, I guess I got a way with words?! [Verse 1] Hold up, someone try to hold me down Get me a mic, cause I'm heavy with bars, pound for pound You best forfeit it all, I swear they'll know who had the crown You cannot lie I'll make an oath, you cannot disavow my style Yo, eat this chip off my shoulder, so I can move along These bars are so nasty, that you can taste the grout Sick & ill wit' it without a doubt Don't even talk about me, if you don't know what I'm about I didn't mean to hurt yo feelins', but I thought I'd leave you out To make the sentence shorter I'll take a quarter of these "rappers" and put them out of order You best not step foot on my turf, cause you won't pa** the border Please start cutting the crap, stop cutting corners I don't know how I should serve you, but I ain't taking orders Wired notebook, take some notes, 'for I leave ya cordless Give me a moment of silence, this is your final warning [Hook] What can I say, I guess I got a way with words?! I'm back hauling, I'm back balling, I rap honest I pa** honors, I pa** hardest, my notepads wanted I top novice, I rap knowledge, I'm that polished If I never make it, ya ain't the greatest, you ain't an A-List Ain't on my playlist, my friendship status'll change to more than friends, while you're still waitin', and I ain't playin' What can I say, I guess I got away with words?! [Verse 2] Ooh, what a happy day?! This following announcement could cause a sleight delay: I can't hold y'alls weight! What does it take to get you out my face? Get back, these rappers are just some setbacks How to pimp his style (not his ride): put him in gift wrap Put an end to your career, you just been Gift-wrapped I'm just chillin', feelin' someone should pull me up a chair, Watch y'all lagging of repair I bury rappers daily, 365 days a year I got something in the bag, you don't none of What y'all really want is sad, you just want some of my care I best prepare These people just want my spotlight, they think I'm tryna share Sandlot, try and grab all that I have Let's make it a dare I got more bars to spare I hope you're scared I'm gon' show my condolences: "Love Bijan"—sincere I know how to make an ending, so why not do this properly I think I just stole the show, man now I'm wanted for robbery [Hook] What can I say, I guess I got a way with words?! I'm back hauling, I'm back balling, I rap honest I pa** honors, I pa** hardest, my notepads wanted I top novice, I rap knowledge, I'm that polished If I never make it; I'm designated, It's estimated, approximation, no hesitation to comeback, and take it What can I say, I guess I got my way with words?! [Verse 3] I got a way wit' words I got away wit' words I got a smart mouth, intelligent wit' or without an urge I got a ways to go, but how do I get away from you? You know this my grounds, sadly this no place for you Yeah, is anybody hearin' this? Nobody wanna try me, I am a lyric genius I set sail onto oceans, everyone's gone adrift If I don't got what they need, bet everyone is jumpin' ship Some people don't got me on re—play, I got some people throwing bricks You should read my body language, apparently you don't watch the lips I'd take on anybody, any hobby I adapt, finesse I got myself a grudge on you, don't think that I'll release the grip I got to sock it to ya This really ain't no mix and match Someone please tape this murder I admit I k**ed this track I got no pen and paper, yet I still draw attention I'm takin' off, ain't comin' back I makes moves, but I never leave a footprint Ain't nobody bold enough to follow in these footsteps [Outro] What can I say, I'll always have a way with words!