[Verse]
I'm about my mill, you ain’t got my mail?
[?] cracked like a lobster tail
Let go the chrome, for I XO your dome
You ain't gangsta, you play Rambo like Sylvester Stallone
New guys I laugh at ya, the 9 mac'll clap at ya
It’ll feel like a line backer tackled ya
The game circus mode, bunch of clowns in love
Y'all minds might as well go work for [?]
Dipset you people, respect the eagle
Or your chest'll get wrecked, and left see through
Boy, when they bust the thing, boy, when they dump the thing
It'll sound like Dr. Dre on a drum machine
As for rap, I say with fire
No disrespect, but I've been going for the throne before Jay retired
Shout to Game in L.A., shout to T.I., the A
Every G in the game doing his thing
Man I sit on blocks, I pitch on blocks
I'm the shit, you're not, no shit, Sherlock
Holmes the clip and the 5th and the 5th on cocked
Say something, and the 5th on pop
I kid y'all not
I ain’t no joke, I ain’t no game
Won't you lames go kick on rocks
I’m used to the good coke, I'm used to the bad coke
I'm used to using a tool to get through to these assholes
I'm used to receiving numerous cash flows
Numerous bad hoes, yeah movin’ they ass slow
[?] not a chump and a follower
You forgot, guess what, I'm the one that's reminding ya
You a joke look I'm hah hahin' yah
Laughing, fucking liar
I'm not buying the shit you talking
Why? Why? Cause I hear the shit too often n***a
I'm from a hood where it ain't all good there
Especially now that Bush there
When it comes to selling [?] my resume speaks
Every shorty puts in 24/7 day weeks
N***as will come for, n***as will run for
My coke, cause my O's look like sponge balls
Round and right
Oh yeah I'll kill a hood in the day, and drown the town at night
(All praise the great one)
Till the day my grave come
Or till the day a cop rave and their cage come
You chumps is behind man, I'm stuck to my grind man
Worse than pancakes when they get stuck to the frying pan
[?], I keep the [?]
You'll get wet and left on the wall like a poster
Now, you can ever get dealt some fire
Or do us all a big favor, and set yourself on fire
Now when the four-fifth explodes, all in your clothes
You'll be walking like you was born pigeon toed
I know n***as that'll aim at you
And bang till you living in the dark like cave men do