[Verse: Cornelius West] I'm running everything like I was born Barack I'll body slam a hater like I was born The Rock I'm eating good, I'm on my Buffet like a Warren stock Armed and going hammer like the man on the orange box So be alarmed or not But tired rappers getting harmed a lot when I'm on my sh** like I'm on the pot But don't need weed to get you higher than a flyer I'm supplying you with fire till I drop dead or retire, That's choir Got em saying "Good Lord," gospel Flow so hostile, oh so awful You kids are played out, so Aeropostale Ya'll need to fade out Need CREAM? I got you See me? I'm not you Who he? He offed you They try to do what? Beat me? Impossible I'm doing what I gotta do to top you haters I got your girl now, maybe she could top you later, look f** the haters, power to the ones made it And to the ones that's hating, I see you as motivation Vacations on private islands, you'll never know my location I can't stand when I fail, I live for standing ovations They say "life is a game" so I'm learning to be a player I'm learning to be the greatest I'm learning to be the savior I sleep at night knowing that I'm getting better daily But I verbalize my dreams even if I'm talking crazy Cause maybe I'm just crazy Or maybe I'm the truth Or maybe I'm just hated cause I act like I'm too cool But set fire to these liars like I got "Nothing to Lose" My desire's to spit fire like I got something to prove And I'm off this Cornelius West 2012