Ft. Le$ (Verse) Got the world in my hands, where's yo b**h a**? Spit bra** Got a couple levels out in zip pa**, get cash Stay rollin' hot, that's word to Riff Raff Neva no joke, baby boy, let my sh** pa** Time-bomb, guess I been takin' this time to blow OG, top of the line, these n***as knock off Came up straight from the bottom, how could I not ? Talkin' fundamentals, but n***as want it hot sauce Make it look good but prolly neva make it Now they on the side-line, comentatin', hatin' I done told em this my time now And I done been patient Been at the cut a while now and I done been waitin' Waitin' is on deck, next semester, d**h threat Murderin' these clowns, dawg, I'm at the game's neck I always wondered how so many of these lames get respect? Even worse, how the f** do these lames get a check, man? (Hook break) (Verse 2) Bought the FUBU back, sweat shorts and white 1s Lookin' like I'm gettin' money in 2001 With that madbangin' dipset, just ridin' with vets Bout to make a food run, stay trappin' some fish Got this on my sonar, way before you would trip f** these n***as and pussies, this just the way that I feel I had to chuckle and laugh when they singin' they betta n***a hard to read, Mayweather, undefeated in this rap sh** Couldn't match a flow with a hustle, why ? you say it But you s**as in trouble, so get the f** on the double Shook n***as Barley Saunders in my lane Ellie Dolla, muthaf**a, everyday We pull up on yo set, betta know the game's ova I'm chillin' with em nines, and he ball like he balla Throwin' dirt on yo soakers, got the whole game goin' to a crisis Tell em n***as we the rap game ?