[Verse 1: RashaadJr]
Ok I goin stop now but mess with me and this would turn detrimental
And I been about my bag I been in and out of state and intercontinental
Feel like I was bout to be in love I broke her man what I did was accidental
One day imma be great man if God allows I will be monumental
You can be mad all you want really but I really don't care tho
Rocking these white Nikes man these kicks really be looking like snow
Last name Hewitt first name Ontario and I ain't talkin Toronto
Cruising in this double r the v12 go swervo no G Herbo
Take off ya mask we know that you frontin don't care you know you'll get pickеd off
Yeah I done controversial stuff bеfore I really don't are who I ripped off
I just wanna chill in Beverly Hills eating Wingstop with Rick Ross
I been rapping since like 8th grade and I don't know when I'm gone stop
In school right now everybody in class be like that boy he too cold
He want to play bout my body well then I guess he goin have to get twisted eightfold
Man I done seen peoples true colors like my money different color like the rainbow
Been independent since 76' and I'm balling like Matisse Thybulle

[Verse 2: OPF KaJa]
He slow but ain't my fault
I like rock is off, like assault
They circle me in salt tho
I put the freakin top off
I know they threw the shots off
(Cause I made the shots dat pop off)
I ring it off like Jack Frost
I keep it off topic like I sloth
I built the walls on new doors
The opps goin stay indoors
Because I keep a torch
It's like I'm playin they sports
Don't rap fast so I keep it shorts
In the hills wit a 5 mil at the doors
You don't play wit me unless it's 4
In 4th grade my name was out the door
I like nem Cuban Links
Might throw fire in the sink
3mil to keep it blink
I took nem to the rink
I took off really fast
Not first but won't be last
I hope you suckas crash
So then they'll be on yo
Aye, ride off the tp
Shottas steppin
Ride wit a clock, don't ride wit nem narcs
I thought that you lost
That's why you not first
Stomp you in the dirt
32 feet apart
Everybody knows it's lit
They just ride to shoot it
Why would I go stupid
[Verse 3: KeKoopa]
K to the E K O O P A
That's a double O ya know me
Chillin in the Eastside bumpin up these 43's
Sitting in my 69 bumpin down and up and down
Unh you already know bout to pick out my hair
Unh it's too big it's just like a afro just like Michael Jackson
Poppin and smackin these boys like I'm a oh you don't know me
I'm just a real g suka mc suka mc you shoul know me
Unh cripin n pippin n slippin up down in these streets
Unh you do not know me you do not know me