[Verse 1] So give me the rhythm and it'll be off with ya panties 'Cause I'm off of a Xanny and soon to be offered Grammy's I went to a college where they refused acknowledge My style was so f** flawless I had to bounce like hydraulics Or shine like polished Impalas, till I'm big as Christopher Wallace No pennies paid to a stylist so Jenny Craig for my Wallet If i ain't next then tell me who is 'Cause I swear I'm f**ing grinding like I got a few kids And I swear I'm gone be grinding til I got a few cribs And I swear I'm won't be signing til it's at Ruth Chris The truth is, Drew is true as truth gets Tryna build a dynasty, sh** I guess the these the Blueprints [refrain] [Verse 2] Murder Murder I wrote this verse on a napkin Under the influence of something to keep from overreacting But yo I'm laughing, 'cause ain't no one expect that I'd go from broken bad to like f**ing dope as meth lab I'm raping beats like its p**n stars and they step-dads So if you sleeping on me I apologize for the jet lag Yo i'm so fly i don't know what to do with it I could take off with your b**h and call her my stewardess But the industry's confused, like hold up now who is this Is he a rapper or is he acting, n***a please thats ludacris But here's the motto I promise that I stay true to this If your girl gets to roaming/Roman, I will seize her/Ceasar like Julius 'Cause your truly is truly just unruly Pop's died April 1st and ain't a soul left to fool me I'm music royalty so you ain't have to figure How I'm twice as good as ya'll but still only like half a n***a Rap game jack the ripper, ask your sister bout her twitter It was lights, camera, action, even tagged me in the picture I'm still surviving off of cheap wine A college graduate dropping cla**ics in his free time Im drinking pinnacle like I've reached mine If love's a battlefield, your girl's legs do the peace sing