[Intro] Yes, God! We ain't got no replacements! This sh*t is easy. It's too fu*king easy! God! [Verse] Dropping the bomb Sound the alarm Heart on my sleeve Blood on my arm Blade in my palm Cutting these records 'til 6 in the morn' Cut me a check or just leave me alone I need a crown I need a throne I am the king You are a clone I hit the spot I'm in the zone What do you know Who would've thunk it? Came out of Maryland, jumped out the barrel and turning myself into something I studied the fundamentals of the craft, I made it up out of the dungeon I'm 'bout to punch it, I treat this b*tch like a luncheon No it's not up for discussion I am disgusting ni**a you can't tell me nothing Who in the fu*k, done it the way that I done it? I swear that my sh*t is original Pressing your luck, thinking that you on my level Oh no my ni**a we not similar I'm in the cut, plotting and planning my future I made a brand new maneuver All this sh*t is amusing I don't believe it, it's an optical illusion I done been up I done been down Had to bandage up the bumps and the bruises I had to run Go get it now Think of the winning, I can't do the losing I realize that this sh*t is a choice I am a fire, we lighting the torch Still overcompensating with your whack ass Living in the past ni**a never that God!