My flow is so stupid, these n***as cannot fathom it Black card, black magic, yeah I'm living lavish b**h Still going in like ya girl on prom night I'm number one b**h and I don't plan to share the limelight I'm a eastside native, and I stay innovative And my swag is so exquisite, it can't help but captivate 'em Ball so hard, got that automatic starter flow I love a yellow-bone, but I ain't lookin' in her eyes 'Cause I'm searching for that cameltoe I'm the best in the game, just check my credentials A true rap God because I come equipped with all the essentials Black magic sh**, I can make you disappear I might get it tatted on my face but I will not shed a tear Let me stop playing and kick it into high gear I'm in my own restricted space, and no you cannot fly here My swagger on a milli, but it cannot be bought I am better than the best, what the f** you p**y n***as thought Two hundred thou on the chain and yes, I expect a reaction Spit rhymes so eloquent you guaranteed satisfaction I be switching up my flows like a n***a doing backstrokes On my BM sh**, got a n***a blowing black smoke And I was like, got-damn Pop that, lock that, got the top back On the drop back, I'm strapped And the glock at where the crotch at You whack, where the rocks at Hold up, stop that, stop that You got that, got that, I got that Got racks, big stacks Ya'll n***as ain't bout that, 'bout that life 'Cause I'm gone up off that Kryptonite