I’m a master of rap, fantastic on tracks, slapping
bombastic with facts I’m packing like crack, acting calm,
acting relaxed, till I happen to snap, waxing on
talentless hacks with rapid attacks, the doctors called
after the math, come on - look at all these hacks,
ten thousand rappers in the game, but ten can actually rap,

it sound like an outro on that intro, I’ve outgrown that pinhole,
I’m outdoor with that indo, then I’m out cold when I pen flows,
no mouth gold, but my grin glows, turning out hoes and nymphos,
but I’m not yours (nachos) like Doritos, G's man, for your info -
let me tell you niggas what you in for: hella product all up in store, and
I’m on deck, but I’m in the hole with my classmates, my kinfolk and that’s
E-Money, C Breeze, Oreo, Drayco,
AC, Quail Man, Sirius, and Saint, yo
if I missed your name, didn’t fit the flow,
but on everything, I’m still with you, bro
we working hard in the kitchen, know
y’all about the bread, so let’s get this dough!

There’s fish in the sea, your hook don’t actually catch;
sat back and reclining, I’m kicking it while reminiscing on how to get back,
I never was thoughtless at all, even when I was a youngin’ and small,
all I wanted was to stunt in the mall, with a couple homies yeah - we come in ball,
these days, I’m on a different grind, haters always wanna grip my shine,
tell my homies I’ma hit their line when I’m done working and wanna spend some time,
but that’ll probably be my memorial, writing this rap game tutorial,
wanna be in actual history books: "this is why he was important"
I took the longest run ever of successful recording and
boxed it up and stretched it out like it was a fucking accordion, bitch!

(Interlude)

Living off of rhetoric you could never develop
and getting better than everybody said I could,
rip it like a veteran - never listen whenever
they said I won’t get ahead of them - I bet I could, but I
wanna be the best, killing the rest -
being incredible isn’t near is as good,
they don’t fear as much, wait until I’m in their ear and bust, forget it and let it be
known if I never happen to get a platinum plaque,
it ain’t gonna be because I slack in my raps,
everybody know I’m packing the strap
on the bars, run the jewels, run to your car, fuck the
rules, fuck the law, fuck you too - I’m the boss, on the Wall,
Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko - greed is good, money
never sleeps, so you better hide when I’m in your hood!