[Intro:]
Uhh see man (what)
What you muh'$#&@ers fail to realize is (what's that?)

I am that ^!$$% (true)
And ain't %#@! you could do about that, ya underdig?
Uhh, yeah


[Verse 1:]
I'm a hooligan hater, but I move like a player

Take a look up in my closet (look) every shoe'll be gator
Have your baby mother drillin, out the coupe when I slay her
You couldn't get the (*##$ to tip if you was a waiter

You aint marketable, why argue wit'chu
I'm in the Maybach tryin to find parkin for two
Who? The God of this breddren, the weapon

You ain't seein numbers, your career is on *67
Your track list is crackless, I use it as a ash kit
Like hold up, yeah, flick ya ashes on this whack %#@!

This ain't that piff, homie I will finish ya
Black suits, black cars, hoe I'm like the senator
Or kinda similar, plus ask the DJ's

I put out fire, like I'm holdin an extinguisher
New %#@! every week, new piff, very heat
I'll show you how to do this, your music is very sweet


[Hook:]
I mastered this, you're average, ^!$$% you should take notes

You !@$(s sick, I'm back with piff, but ^!$$% you should take notes
I'll show you how to stack your chips, most of y'all are straight broke
I mastered this, what crack you spit, ^!$$% you should take notes

You ain't gotta jack my %#@!, I'll show you how to bake !@%!e
Turn it to a half a brick, make the game chain smoke
Find a town, stack ya chips, cause most of y'all are straight broke

I mastered this, you're average, ^!$$% you should take notes

[Verse 2:]

The law watch him, I'm car droppin, you hard toppin
These player haters can't stand to see J.R. poppin
But the star's boxin, how I get 'em off me

with left jabs, !@$), call me Bernard Hopkins
The heat of the night, they heated I'm nice
Sleeped in my Nikes, with not a damn crease in my whites

While you sucker-for-lovers make a freak off ya wife
And throw cuffs on her like you 'bout to read her her rights, right
I'm hard as $#&@, you target ducks, you ain't spittin hard enough

Listen here mami, tsunami couldn't wash me up
Child's a pro, my style is whoa, verse is wow, hurt 'em how
Homey I am versatile, you lookin at a talent show

So, get used to the, hot bars movin ya
Loosin ya I'm Lucifer, sittin on Jupiter
Listen this is proof, prick you are a fluke

I got this wrapped up, it's useless for you to get in the booth
Holla


[Hook]