| Write this shit so crazy my mothafuckin' hands need straight jackets homeboy |
| Yea! H-Town's best! |
| Killa! |
| Run it! |
| The game full of trash ass niggas |
| Fuck a booth, they should be rapping in trash bags nigga |
| Boosie locked up, I’m the last badass nigga |
| Bebe Kid on the beat, I’m a badass nigga |
| I hear the naysayers but I don’t pay them no mind |
| My street credit great, why the fuck I need a cosign? |
| So I’mma shine on these pussy niggas 'til they go blind |
| And keep it real while you fake niggas 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 fuck 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 nigga, used to wrap bricks nigga |
| Now every line is cocaine, I rap bricks nigga |
| Diamonds in my chain, I can rap bitch nigga |
| They let Killa in the game, it’s a wrap bitch nigga |
| That’s a burrito, they ain’t fucking with me no |
| I came to save the day — I’m the rap game hero |
| Wolverine, Texas, not the Michigan nigga |
| Pockets looking extra puffy like the Michelin nigga |
| Bad bitch, pretty face, ass ridiculous nigga |
| Nasty bitch — I call her black licorice nigga |
| I know they sick of me nigga, my presence got them throwin' up |
| (?) long as Uncle Muddy pourin' up |
| H-Town wordplay, flow like the Hudson River |
| Niggas can’t fuck with me lyrically no discussion |
| I hush them, they can’t touch him, barely (?) |
| You rap niggas just a bunch of clowns, Steven Carell |
| 40 year old virgins, they ain’t fucking with me |
| Killa got it covered, (?) fucking with me |
| Upperclassman, I done already graduated |
| Valedictorian, you boring, over-exaggerated |