Now open your mind up and listen you ^!$$%s
I am the master, the guru and after I school you I'm skinning you ^!$$%s
You finished,

I'm making chinchillas out ^!$$%s
Ou should be embarrassed some banging pop rapper is killing you ^!$$%s
Consider this tax for the swag that my city has given you ^!$$%s


And I know I'm the man, no,
I don't need no Grammy award on my mantle

Know it don't matter,
the beat it don't matter,
the style, any flow I can channel

You see I'm from Atlanta,
east side of Decatur,
I grew up on Candler

If you notice the way that I talk is vernacular,
this is my actual grammar
I got these ^!$$%s nervous cause whatever lane I'm in I'mma handle

Your lyrics are wack and emotionally shallow
You lost in my thoughts,
you don't know how to paddle

I know that I'm shining,
I know that I'm shining
Don't worry cause you can find shade in my shadow

From my point of view there's so many dead rappers
%#@!, all we need is a memorial banner


My first mixtape, they all said I sounded like Dre
Then they said my album was pop,
didn't really sound like the mixtape

Now I'm doing what I started,
now they telling me I changed
I hear underrated so much

you would swear it was my name
Ain't no rappers on my list
Come holla at me when you're done riding each others dick

25 million singles worlwide,
I'll guess I'll take another hit
Matter of fact I find this rap %#@! boring,

man I'm over it
Give me my guitar pick,
I'll show you %#@!