[Verse 1] Yeah, ey, turn my headphones up! Floss, always Floss! Ain't nobody messin with me when I grip the pen I'm the illa illest sh** to hit this city in a min I'm the bomb ay? Sippin on gin spittin synonyms Sleeping on me dumby? Time to get your second wind I've been winning for a minute, you not on your second win You don't have a W, ya reckon that I'm wreckin it I reckon that you're checkin me out, I'm just checkin in Youngin in the game so they tell me I'm developing Hell if I'mma stay irrelevant To these unintelligent benedicts Acting like they know rap and they invented it Wanna be a hip-hop head? Then get ahead of it Either way hater stay the hell out of my element Yeah! I'mma shine boy, you ain't getting none of it Automatic with my 16's, like a gun in it This is my town and I'm runnin it Ain't no gaps in my raps, they wouldn't be holy with a nun in it Skip the hook, I'mma flow to the fullest My words are my weaponry, boatload of bullets Finger on the trigger Mess with me and it's a recipe for me to teach a lesson G I'll go ahead and pull it bang! Wussup...that's your girl that your cussin out You're mad she's at my show to see what all the fuss about Front row in that shirt that she's busting out That'll teach you to trust a ho, man shut your mouth I ain't for no games bro keep it to yourself Why you wearing baby GAP, keep those clothes on your shelf Hah I'm only kidding, but really tho Drop it to the floor baby, go'on take it really low Yeah I'm just living life and enjoying it Staying s**er free and it works like I'm employing it Okay. Word I'mma kid from the burbs I don't hide it, I just take a beat and ride it better than the herbs Get it through your thick head I'mma problem Don't tie me to wack dudes cuz I'm not them Gon tie me to my crew cuz I got them REFS in this Beotch. Boy that's the squadron And I'm the emcee that ya slept on Better get up or expect to be stepped on I'm prepped with a pep in my step now So step down, I take a big city, turn it to a Speck town What you know about the kid who spits spherical lyrical circles Around these turtles, guess I'll be the hare in this race If you don't see me, you got hair in your face I don't need a scrabble board to put a square in his place You got a chip on your shoulder, and got a ape on your back I got my city on my shoulder, and a cape on my back You wanna step to Superman, you'll get a lesson, infact I got a message for you hacks, you ain't messing with Shaq My sh** is super floss, my sh** is super floss I don't speak in turn, I'm a super boss Super this, super that, let's get super sauced My sh** is super floss, my sh** is super floss My sh** is super floss