I step through the door and set the building on fire I'm a kamikaze rider, you can tell by my attire And I'm still spitting verses like a semi-automatic And my swag is so electric all these pussies catching static f** ya'll n***as, I'm way too strong f** ya'll n***as, I'm in my zone f** ya'll n***as if you ain't talking about money I don't care if you think I'm right or wrong I spit so hard, you would think I got halitosis And I split a blunt down the middle like the red sea with Moses December twenty first, yeah I was born on doomsday And these rappers still be the main course on my f**ing food tray I serve these rappers up just like creme brulee And when it comes to the bullsh**, I'm like a linebacker so just don't bring it my way f** you mean, I'm k**ing ya'll I'm the sh** motherf**er, better check ya drawls This my show and you casting off I'm the man getting head like a Tylenol f** you mean, I ain't falling off If I was with Nicki then I'd be falling in Take my friend, slap it on her bu*t Beat it up, and then take it out and do it again So versatile, I swear I k** anybody song You love strippers and I love money, that's why I am on the throne No, that's not a diss, just read between the lines Ain't nobody f**ing with me, b**h I'm in prime We are not the same, I'm a martian, yeah a motherf**ing alien My gun is darker than the night, and it's quick to spray you thin They said rap was dead, well I guess it need some saving then I get so deep up in that p**y 'til I feel it caving in Two guns on my waist, just like Two-Face One black, one white, but neither ever leave a trace And it's all too clear, I'm the best at this rapping And this is not a movie so why you n***as acting I come through with them twin guns And k** you and the n***a you was born with That chopper on my lap will have ya head in the air like a coin flip And if they ask me what I'm doing, I'm Tony Stark swagging On my Hugh Hef. sh**, I keep more b**hes than a pageant b**h, I'm still the best, I spit flames like a dragon Hip-Hop is my hoe, and right now I'm set to cash in A couple thou. for a verse ain't sh** to a boss I pay the cost, and then I floss I'm the man in the front, you're in the man in the back In other words, I won, you loss Just go and check the scoreboard I wipe 'em with the floor, sure Explosive like some nitrogen, I might lose my composure Fresher than a motherf**er, catch me rocking TrukFit Got yo b**h on her knees giving me them duck lips