[Verse One: Edo G.] Ayo I kick the type of sh** that b**hes want to freak to n***as partying and getting geeked to f** them n***as I don't speak to You on some s**er sh** Don't worry 'bout who I'm down with or what label I'm f**ing with I'm on some other sh** Plus I had enough of roughing it You haters see me on the bus and smile cause you loving it You'd rather see me in the trash like Oscar Cause you don't wanna see the Edo G prosper A lot of crabs trying to be lobsters A lot of scary as n***as trying to be mobsters I'm too deep up in this music Don't ever plan to pull out son if you ain't gon' use it It only becomes a habit if you constantly abuse it I refuse to lose it Bruise b**hes, backwoods and music Edo G gon' prove it Cause this is how the Berry do it In this rap industry M.I.A. gon' run what [Hook: Edo G] Now what you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? Yo what you know about that huh? What you know about that? [Verse Two: Nottz] Prepare for this invasion This dark a**, frail a** cat Weighing in at a buck fifty two with fo' five to split you (bllaow!) Arma-geddon, meteors to hit you Hit you with that sh** that cats in Tokoyo can feel too All you up and coming stars Yo I'ma drill through Plant my nuke and blow you Hot sh** to scorch you And your squad I run through like kangaroo that [?] hold up It's stuck, raise the roof like Luke do My [?] will sting you like peroxide on fresh wounds The crooks about to blow this sh** so n***a stay tuned Teacher coming through so, motherf**er make room Nottz be that sh** to be haunting your bathroom Edo G make the cat bloom and slap the groom I [?] impregnate her so the sh** won't die DMP Dirtee staff, 8th wonder dunn Head crack your wack sh** and cop this fat sh** for your son [Hook] [Verse Three: Edo G] Ayo I'm too ill Leaving f*ggot n***as scared like [?] Hicks to Dru Hill From Walnut to Blue Hill I'm true till My crew win That line you walk is very thin I reps the Berry till the very end I'm up and hurrying You start? I'ma catch that a** like Terry Glenn You on the outside looking in I takes it back to the old days You getting hit up on the streets cause you ain't looking both ways Today's, so called rappers on stage is boring But I stand up on my own like my dick up in the morning Sick with the foaming but act stable With the Nestle on the tables Now every drug dealer wanna start a rap label And run the same sh** like cable While I'm in like my naval Ready willing and able to come and save you This ain't no Edo G debut I'll slay you And take all your label pay you [Hook]