[Intro] Ok. Now, this is just the beginning of a motherf**ing rap cause I kept my mouth closed for too long. Talk to 'em [Verse 1] I done kept it real from the jump, n***a Took a lot of sh** and kept my mouth closed Just know you're playing with the right one f** around and k** your whole household Ever since a n***a dropped out and slept on Old a** rappers like some dope that was stepped on Put a topic on the table, see who really merkin' And check these n***as pockets, see who really hurtin' n***as love to flex, but be dumb as a b**h Put him on the spot and make him read, watch how he stutterin' sh** Your favorite rapper talk that trap sh**, but never speak numbers Now that's the sh** that raise a red flag and make a n***a wonder [Verse 2] Aye it's the sixth man, I feel like Manu Ginóbili I put a show on for the fans like I'm playing at the Garden Put two and two together, now you tell me who should be starting I'm not a rapper, I just took a break from hooping Right now, I'm getting paid to talk sh** and f** the groupies While them same hating n***as somewhere looking goofy Me while I'm busy getting rich and gaining weight Hundred dollar plates, eating for the times we never ate With some b**hes on the way and umbrellas in my drink Getting [?] and my hair [?], n***a