[Hook: Pouya] I co-sign myself YUH I don't need your help b*tch Money it connects If I wanted a boss I would have stuck to my job Picking a place with a fake a** smile on my face No joke, I'd rather be broke Then to take my orders from you Voices in my skull is telling me nobody f**ing with you Just know nobody f**ing with you It's the 21st century These rappers acting elementary p**y boy hating on me, never mention me Best friend turn into an enemy .357 be the remedy .357 be the remedy [Verse 1: Pouya] It's the man of the hour With a plan and some power The mix tape water And the fan base of flower Every track that I make is elastic Paper or plastic ?? knuckle sandwich Claiming you hard but you acting like the son of Magic Johnson, you don't want that ?? Lights, camera, action My b**h look like Cameron Diaz Double S be the set, and I ain't signing for a reason I'm an alien I make money under the table Bought a brand new house but I'm still stealing cable From my neighbors Still a $tunna, still not doing favors Still a bum with terrible behavior South Side Slugs And you still wondering how I got this buzz In less than a light year My b**h went away but I always been right here I stay loyal to my soil Rappers p**y dry I think I need the oil Your flows and styles is boring Why you think these fans don't want to see you touring I take my time, b**h I'm patient Your new song got no plays, I can feel your frustration I'm on a jet, and you hating from the pavement Jaw drop leave a b**h in amazement [Hook]