Throwing caution to the wind Where the f**k do I begin? How the hell you get it in? I don’t think it’s in your nature I went from minor to major This s**t is easy, it’s a layer Clyde Drexler ambidextrous I’m in the game, you a pedestrian Clandestine with your weak attempts It’s not a hit, you ain’t make a dent Man these n***as sounding kinda spent I’m a connoisseur of the finer s**t I’m a make a mill’ off the rhyming s**t Came a long way from top ramen B***h, you went the wrong way down a dead-end I took the back steps but never back-peddled Had to hit the clutch and make the gear switch Driving reckless b***h, that’s the twisted metal Dark as Darth Vader I am, came up from playing my hand I couldn’t stay in the stands I had to jump off the porch and then climb up a mountain like f**k it, lets see where I land ‘Cause I wanted me a Benz, Benz, Benz, Benz The type where the rims spin, spin, spin Sitting on twenty twin, twin, twin The engine go .. ah Love it or hate it I know my worth, I appraised it Diamond in the rough, I bet I call your bluff I bet I bet it back, you better double up Big shot, hit that I’ma send a message, did ya get that? Your b***h, I’m in that And she gon’ let me f**k for a knickknack New bag, jet lag And she gon’ give me top like a durag Who dat? Who dat? Someone at the door, n***a who dat? I been seen it all, yes lawd I done got it on my own I don’t want the spot Kings get they heads cut off Take a minute, ride with me N***a, you can feel the energy inside of me I’m feeling like a living legend, living prosperous I’m an underrated legend like Prodigy b***h Young narcissist Play that s**t, ad nauseam Stillmatic like Nas and them S**t is hot as Fort Lauderdale It Was Written, it ain’t hard to tell Yeah I got it all for sale Don’t believe, come see yourself Take it easy, n***a what? That’s that s**t a n***a never done Then y’all wonder why you never won Number two, you never number one N***a you the runner up, but your run is up Had a chance to score but you fumbled up Yeah the world was yours but you f**ed it up Need a parachute, y’all falling off huh Big shot, hit that I’ma send a message, did ya get that? Your b***h, I’m in that And she gon’ let me f**k for a knickknack New bag, jet lag And she gon’ give me top like a durag Who dat? Who dat? Someone at the door, n***a who dat?