[Intro]
Write this sh*t so crazy my mothaf*ckin' hands need straight jackets homeboy
Yea! H-Town's best!
Killa!
Run it!
[Verse]
The game full of trash ass n*ggas
f*ck a booth, they should be rapping in trash bags n*gga
Boosie locked up, I'm the last badass n*gga
Bebe Kid on the beat, I'm a badass n*gga
I hear the naysayers but I don't pay them no mind
My street credit great, why the f*ck I need a cosign?
So I'mma shine on these pus*y n*ggas 'til they go blind
And keep it real while you fake n*ggas do some more lying
He better than me? You high - go do some more lines
You know it's a wrap when the clock's saying showtime
Presidential Rollie, yellow gold day day
Time money, everyday payday, even today date
Hotter than a May date, that's the reason they hate
It's sick to they stomachs - what the f*ck they ate?
Been the nicest in the city since The Grey Tape
And my flow so dope, I should wrap it in gray tape
Brick n*gga, used to wrap bricks n*gga
Now every line is cocaine, I rap bricks n*gga
Diamonds in my chain, I can rap b*tch n*gga
They let Killa in the game, it's a wrap b*tch n*gga
That's a burrito, they ain't f*cking with me no
I came to save the day - I'm the rap game hero
Wolverine, Texas, not the Michigan n*gga
Pockets looking extra puffy like the Michelin n*gga
Bad b*tch, pretty face, ass ridiculous n*gga
Nasty b*tch - I call her black licorice n*gga
I know they sick of me n*gga, my presence got them throwin' up
(?) long as Uncle Muddy pourin' up
H-Town wordplay, flow like the Hudson River
n*ggas can't f*ck with me lyrically no discussion
I hush them, they can't touch him, barely (?)
You rap n*ggas just a bunch of clowns, Steven Carell
40 year old virgins, they ain't f*cking with me
Killa got it covered, (?) f*cking with me
Upperclassman, I done already graduated
Valedictorian, you boring, over-exaggerated