rapper for the hell of it
never have to sell a brick again
must i tell a bitch again
the bullshit i'm addressing check i'm on some next level shit
never been fucked in the game
barely out the ghetto with
one foot out and one foot in
intelligent as fellas get
listen let's settle this - be clear
i could fall back seven years
still it ain't no one ahead of me
consider it a blessing if you get to stand next to me
stack that cash like the u.s. treasury
every single thing i ever did was done heavily
still ain't no catchin me
be standing on the top still after they bury me
nose in the air so stuck up arrogant
cool when i drop mine that's over
you paying for your foul like a free throw
how could a nigga think that he could see me
other than the magazine covers or the tv
know i sold more mixtapes than your cd
you're waiting on your big break
you ain't made it far as d.c. on the low
i been all around the globe like a god how they treat me
eyes closed when they greet me
i'm six albums in for 10 years i been five hot steaming
that's why i say i'm king bitch i got my reasons
all on my mind is to get more millies
niggaz talk shit that's silly
shawty he ain't about that really is he?
where niggaz get off? piss off!
me and mine oughta take time to pop a lid off
over the whereabouts of me
you figurine i'ma fizz off
minimal injury thought they wishing me maximum misfortune
everybody thinks you stink like horse shit
house full of chicks on some girl next door" shit