[Verse 1]
As I stand with this paper in my hand, and the pen in the other
'Bout to deliver like a pregnant mother

^!$$%s know I'm able to bring pain, spit Cane
Looks like I'm 'bout to murder my mother$#&@in' brother
But let's save that later in the verse

And it gets worse cause of the egos that I'm about to burst
^!$$%s always tryna put themselves on my level
But in reality will need a space shuttle

^!$$% this is my rebuttal, you tryna play your cards right
But I'mma just have to shuffle, ^!$$% you asked for trouble
Any ^!$$% callin Raw out gonna' get this work

But please remember you gon' have to earn the honor first
And I'm not talkin no names, nah, I really mean it ^!$$%
I don't $#&@in mention no names, so if you not Mgaczar, Glo Gaines

Tunk, and ADd+, Brain Gang, the -Topic just crazy
So lil' ^!$$% stop aiming at the God
You tryna show your card with no credit, that's fraud

I'm done speaking on attention seekin' weak
But back to this mother$#&@er, Street
Street my ^!$$%, I'mma let him go ahead

But he got $#&@in potholes in his head
Yeah ^!$$% potholes, rhymes got you running like a snot nose
Guess I gotta crack that big head like a taco

Don't get it twisted, that's still my ^!$$%
But don't you gotta keep it real with yo ^!$$%s?
Street think he better and I laugh at the thought

Can't see my greatness and that's your own asphalt
Keep it real, I always win your fans over
Plus your name is a thing that gets ran over

Who's the greatest or the best that's debated
I was writin' rhymes when ^!$$%s was jerkin' like Jamaicans
Or ^!$$%s masturbatin', skills elevatin'

Now its the process of elimination
The lightbulb just kicked in like Pixar
And I'm just as classic as my kicks are

Haters trying to hold me back like Mandela
Put these bars in a book it would be the best seller
Your flow spaghetti ^!$$%, I'm a director

My casserole put together better, I'm so under weather
And you other ^!$$%s buzzin' that's a miracle
But when you talkin bout' the city, I define lyrical

So many ^!$$%s ain't sound like this last summer
They seen my reign startin' and they tryna steal my thunder
^!$$%s claim gangster, they really where the @@#!s go

But I see squares in circles, yall belong to Roscoes
Gettin' mad over tweets, but ^!$$%s not even spittin' heat, showin' defeat
Y'all ^!$$%s just bumps on the glory road

Wipe your $#&@ing snot nose, this is $#&@in' potholes
I keep flowing like Tahoe, drive on Murcielago
You rappers need work, $#&@in' potholes

That's all I needed ^!$$%, potholes, you ^!$$%s just snot nose
That's all I needed ^!$$%, potholes, you other ^!$$%s just $#&@in' snot nose