[Chorus: Joey Cool]
When I first started, they ain’t want me in the flicks (hmm)
N-Nowadays, all they wanna do is take a pic (hmm)
G-Girls everywhere, I ain’t gotta take your bitch
I-I can make her dream come true, make a wish (shee)
Black Ray Bans got me blockin’ out the haters
P-Peanut butter jealous, they just hate us ‘cuz they ain’t us (let’s go)
Plottin’ on a way I’m gon’ retire on some acres
And my black Ray Bans got me blockin’ out the haters

[Verse 1: Joey Cool]
Yeah, round the time I’m back to Kansas City from the Chi (aah)
Mobbin’ through it solo back in 2009
Ain’t nobody know me, so it’s really no surprise
I was tryna gеt connected, only knew a couplе guys (whoo)
Jay and Dutch done got me on the scene doin’ shows
We combine our powers and they teams get exposed
Haters lookin’ at me like “Yo he ain’t really go”
And treat me like the weakest link I guess, but they ain’t even know (oh goddamn)
When the show was over, they had pictures for the group
And I swear the God, that’s why I’m tellin’ you the truth (shee)
Homies way be humble bro, we need you for the shoot
But this photographer ain’t know me, so she tellin’ me to move (ha ha ha ha ha)
In all my years of livin’, guess how many fucks I’ve given
This was one of ‘em, and this the reason that I’m driven (yeah)
I ain’t wanna be it, they put me in this position
Now I see a different vision, I’ma need my recognition (whoo)
[Chorus: Joey Cool]
When I first started, they ain’t want me in the flicks (that’s right)
N-Nowadays, all they wanna do is take a pic (whoo)
G-Girls everywhere, I ain’t gotta take your bitch
I-I can make her dream come true, make a wish (ha ha ha ha ha)
Black Ray Bans got me blockin’ out the haters (let’s go)
P-Peanut butter jealous, they just hate us ‘cuz they ain’t us
Plottin’ on a way I’m gon’ retire on some acres
And my black Ray Bans got me blockin’ out the haters

[Verse 2: Joey Cool]
Yeah, triumph on the trucker, try it motherfucker
Nowadays I like it, I’ll buy it muhfucka (bang)
I walk in the buildin’, start a riot muhfucka
It’s praises to the highest, my personal is private (hallelujah)
First time at Red Rocks, rockin’ out with Jay
Second time there, that was when I got the chain (that’s right)
Third time there, I was on my Swanky Saint
Lookin’ like a million bucks, laughin’-laughin’ to the bank (ha ha ha ha ha)
Kinda stand-offish for someone that you should know
O.G. status, too respected in the MO
B.I.G. said it best, “we goin’ upwards when we go”
Swank Lord baby, fuck you if you fold (fuck you, fuck you)
In all my years of livin’, guess how many fucks I’ve given
This was one of ‘em, and this the reason that I’m driven (ha ha ha ha ha)
I ain’t wanna be it, they put me in this position
Now I see a different vision, I’ma need my recognition, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Joey Cool]
Got me blockin’ out the haters
They hate us ‘cuz they ain’t us (aah)
How I’m gonna retire on some acres
They got me blockin’ out the haters (shee)

[Chorus: Joey Cool]
When I first started, they ain’t want me in the flicks (hmm)
N-Nowadays, all they wanna do is take a pic (hmm)
G-Girls everywhere, I ain’t gotta take your bitch
I-I can make her dream come true, make a wish (whoo, yeah)
Black Ray Bans got me blockin’ out the haters
P-Peanut butter jealous, they just hate us ‘cuz they ain’t us (let’s go)
Plottin’ on a way I’m gon’ retire on some acres
And my black Ray Bans got me blockin’ out the haters

[Verse 3: X-Raided]
Where them haters at?
We never see ‘em, they spectate us
While we participate in colosseums
And success is the best revenge
We put ‘em in the mausoleum, we killin it, bitch
That lil money they get wouldn’t cover our per diem (no)
We breakin’ they hearts (hearts)
Take a look at their crew, they been breakin’ apart (whoa)
They betrayin’ the art (they art)
They ain’t really emcees, they be fakin’ the part
Take a look at the charts
We raisin’ the bar like we pole vaulted on the way to the stars
Didn’t really believe we was so dope
‘Til the album dropped, and it caught ‘em off guard, boo
Who? Take a look at that line, it’s a triple entendre
It’s boo ‘cuz they spooked (boo, boo)
And it’s boo ‘cuz they suck (boo, suck)
And it’s boo cuz they cry (boo, cry)
When I slither up on ‘em
Wrap circles around ‘em like an anaconda (wrap circles around ‘em like an anaconda?)
You gotta understand, in any rap circle that I’m around, I am a problem
I am a problem in a cypher, I get hyper
I’ll shit on a beat like a diaper
You siphon your style, I heard it before, you biter
Gotta throw that flow in a hamper, it’s dirty, it’s tired
You thought that verse was fire? (Denied!)
But you’re right, ‘cuz you’re fired