[Intro: T-Pain & DJ Khaled]
Dear Akon, forgive me for what I'm 'bout to say
Dear Barry Weiss, I know you told me not to worry about it, man, but I can't let it ride
Dear God, let's make it happen
I'm tryin' to be you, n***a (Yeah, n***a)
Watch me do me, watch me do me
Watch me do me, watch me do me, yeah
Nappy Boy (Nappy Boy)
DJ Khaled
Ayo, Pain, I want you to go in
DJ Khaled, let's go, man
We the best
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Listen

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got up out the streets, so I ain't gotta steal
But listen to the radio, it's obvious I still kill (Damn)
But y'all was in the game way before me
So why you wanna do some shit I did in '03? (Ooh)
I'm laying low-key for a long time
But don't act like you know me, this is the wrong time
So grab your microphone, set your Auto-Tune
And I'ma bust a verse on your ass like I oughta do
I ain't no gangster dude, ain't gotta pop and bang you
But you know I'm powerful when I'm pissing off the gospel singers (Ooh, yeah)
I'm tryin' to feed my kids, y'all n***as can die slowly
'Cause to me, it sound like a bunch of karaoke
[Interlude: DJ Khaled & T-Pain]
Ayo, fuck the imposter
Fuck these karaoke n***as, man
T-Pain, they wanna live your life, man
These are bitch-ass n***as, man
It's the DJ Khaled, Nappy Boys
I'm going in, I'm going in
Ayo, T-Pain
You know what, Khaled, I know you right, dog, let me get 'em again though
Talk to 'em
Ayy, ayy, listen

[Verse 2: T-Pain]
It ain't all bad, some of it please me
But the only n***as that's cool is Kanye and Lil Weezy (Damn)
I'm a hit-maker, not a comedian
So why the fuck were these n***as laughing at me when I seen they ass? (Ooh)
This shit'll never work, a one-hit wonder, bitch
But all that shit that you doing now make me wonder this
Now why it's cool for you, but it's not for me?
And why he ain't hop on my song and make it hot for me?
But you don't give a fuck, you just a swagger jacker
Now I'm a certified Lamborghini-ist and Cadillac-er (Ooh yeah)
'Cause I'm tryin' to feed my kids, y'all n***as can die slowly
'Cause just to me, it sounds like a bunch of karaoke
[Interlude: DJ Khaled & T-Pain]
Y'all singin' the same old song
Y'all some karaoke n***as, karaoke fuck n***as
This is Nappy Boy, this is DJ Khaled
We global with this hood shit, this what we do
Why you wanna live our life?
You wanna live our lifestyle, ayo, T-Pain
What up, Khaled?
Get 'em

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
Yo, let me get a moment of silence for the late great Roger Troutman
Y'all n***as ain't holdin' him down, so we had to put me at you
Bitch, I'm Teddy Pain, the son of Teddy Riley
The father of the game, you pussy n***as wildin'
How many n***as really wanna test?
Pain the originator, Khaled be the best
All these motherfuckers tryin' to do what I did
Stealing food from an infant, style from a kid
Twenty-four years, twenty-four cars
Bitch, we the best, we got plenty more stars
Every time you pussy motherfuckers try to stop me, it's plenty more hits, plenty more bars
Yeah, that's not cool, baby, so that's not happening
Y'all keep on stealing from me, let me try this rapping thing
I know you know I hear you, isn't that embarrassing?
Set the game on fire, Teddy Gasoline
Pussy n***as step up if you really got good game
I got a lot of shit to say about a n***a, but it's really not good things
That ain't no disrespect, man, y'all keep doing your shit
But my daughter told me to tell you to get off her daddy's dick
[Outro: DJ Khaled]
Ayo, Pain, man, I'ma call these n***as out
I'ma pull them skirts, man
They fuck, ayo, let me get 'em
Fuck it
It's the DJ Khaled don dada
Big dog pitbull Terror Squadian
A.K.A. we the best
A.K.A. shit on n***as dot-com
A.K.A. Nappy Boy, bitch
We global
We global