Did you ever have a day like this?/
Where you wanna get up, but then you wanna just rest./
And these people always asking like why do you mix?/

And why your name is Kweazy? And why you want a difference,/
Between you and those other guys?/
Get butterflies, hop on stage, destroy the mic, the stutterize./

Whole crowd just got a surprise because they doubted you, man, like you telling a bunch of lies./
So, sing along if you liking the song, and if it doesn't sound right then you just listening wrong./
Feeling like, man, I'm dropping the punching bob, everytime that I mutter I stutter, r-r-r-run along./

So, sit down 'cause I'm hitting the gong, and going faster I master why all these rappers is going long./
They wonder will I go this far, with my thunder I just go this hard./
Verse one./

(Hook)
I got this mojo, and I flex it./
I got this mojo, and I-and I flex it./

I got this mojo, and I flex it./
I got this mojo, and I perplex ya./
I got this mojo, and I flex it./

I got this mojo, and I flex it./
I got this mojo, and I flex it./
I got this mojo, and I flex it./

(Verse)
I ask - What's the good of a lesson if you don't listen?/
Go figure but you know I'm on a dope mission./

I'm so wicked like I flow and they just all listen./
So your vision isn't gold, but there'll be no dissing./
So this is for the people who hate this./

Yea, keep talking, kids, you're making me famous./
You play this, and you know just where-at my lane is./
I'm genius, you kids ain't even speaking my language./

And I didn't get the job, I could rap that./
But I treat it like your hating, I just laugh back./
Feeling like I always know where the taps at./

With my pants hanging low like some back fat!/
Snap back, and your hating's getting discharged./
Other styles feeling softer than a massage./

Yes, you know I go this far, I'm just hoping I didn't go to hard./
Verse two./
(Hook)