| I’m a grown man, find you somebody to play with |
| All you hear is (bwap, bwap) when that AK spit — 2x |
| I hope you bout that, cause my niggaz bout that |
| Mo’fucker, I’ma swang where your mouth at — 2x |
| I know you wanna be, down with the King |
| But first of all, you gotta step up your ring |
| I got shit around my pinkie, that’ll hurt your vision |
| Ten pointers everywhere, diamonds having collisions |
| I told Johnny make sho', I got VS stones |
| Out of all of the rappers, I got the best home |
| Three kitchens and my maid, she be cooking my thangs |
| Swimming pools, tennis courts and the shooting range |
| One gym, twelve rooms got my shit like a maze |
| And to mop my whole crib, it’ll take you three days |
| Look I’m a grown man, I had to get it on my own man |
| And with my gun, I’m secured like Homeland |
| I got three million fans, better yet it’s fo' |
| Cause I’m on Nelly, Buck album and Mario |
| Winans I’m grinding baby, you see me shining baby |
| You want a show a hundred grand, fuck you pay me Dedication got me here, I ain’t going nowhere |
| And if you see twenty Clovers, than I’m somewhere there |
| Cause I got a hundred niggaz on my team, for real |
| I’m like Nate Tronmeans, when I’m playing the field |
| Breaking tackles left and right, cause I got the skills |
| If you niggaz wondering how, I got my deal |
| I had a talk with Lil’J, he say he got my back |
| So you know what that means, so I’ma leave it at that |
| Texas gotta stick together, if we wanna stay |
| Getting television BET, and radio play |
| When «Sunshine"came out, it really pushed my fame |
| Now the kids in the suburbs, know my name |
| That’s why I make good music, so you can bob your head |
| The realest magazine, E.S. done Diva and FED |
| Cause they don’t give you a interview, then shit on you |
| And you ain’t dumb so you know, who I’m talking to |