[Verse 1] Uh, Over you they will reminisce It's been awhile since I spit like this I'd be lying if I said that I gave a sh** So let me get busy up in this b**h Uh, I'm coming for what's mine I feel sorry for you like Naomi Campbell's hairline f** up your chest cavity, revenge is sweet, so don't push me Or it's f** the industry like Karlie Redd's p**y Uh, f** these wannabe Diddys In the club flaunting their girl with her Rick Ross titties (huh) In her face looking like Patrick Ewing at the free throw And if you stunting, you can play Brandon Lee in The Crow Whoa, I knows like Cyrano That you making it through this without saying damn is a miracle Ha, I'm so meta and I'm so better A queen from Africa hears this and got so Soweta [Hook] n***a, you're a rider but ain't been riding yet You run with more clicks than African dialects Pull a chair, Eastwood, Unforgiven When I draw, you can f** a Tyson like Robin Givens Listen, no time for these dumb clowns Nobody likes even hitchhikers give you the thumbs down When I come around, your attitude you need to switch You need to man up n***a and stop acting like a (b**h) [Verse 2] Uh, that slick talk you try to get by me I see everything God, call me Big Brother Almighty Your slights I don't take lightly cause if you wanna fight me I'll stomp a n***a out and scream "GP, are you with me?" Uh, (Stomp) You beating me's well wishing You'll never be on top, your girl likes me better in that position Wa-wa-wa-wa-wait up, this rap sh** is a layup You n***as don't pop no Cris like Kobe fighting a Knicks player Wait you still on Cris? Your goals should be higher Cause they'll still call you a n***a without the ghostwriter Cause I'm a prodigy that's ready to start the fire You AI in 2013, you should probably retire Uh, In the game of somebodies I'm such a nobody Why am I nobody? Even Your girl knows I'm a nobody That's why she says she lays on her back for nobody [Hook]