-V1
Barely had a pot to piss in
Leveled up the hustle n***a now my wrist lit
Got a thang for a thicky thick bitch
If she wanna come through
N***a let her come through
They gon hate you when you do it this big
Fuck it that's just how the game go
Throw another chain on
N***as got a problem fuck it I might of that thang go
Let that uzi spazz, You big or you lil mad?
Now that I got you n***as attention
I aim with precision
My lyrical distance ahead of you
Is that of a mission throughout the cosmos
Barely go to church but keep god close
Blessed so errday I'm blessin n***as wit this God flow
Ain't no way that you could be my rival
Stepping over n***as
Mama shoulda named me Ivo
I hope every n***a hatin on me die slow
That way my success is all you see before yo eyes close god knows n***a!

-hook
All I wanted was my paper up
Show them n***as They don't do it like this
Counting money til I'm bleeding from the paper cuts
He can talk it but I bet he ain't fluent like this
Damn! Don't forgot the golden rule
The n***a wit the gold make the rules
Ran outta forks, he whip the magic with the spoon
Ran outta forks, he whip the magic with the spoon

-V2
Damn...game ain't the same n***a
You...tell me who to blame n***a
Neva changed
Since a youngin still the same n***a
Guess I was too old for that Sosodef chain
But it's cool tell Chi-Chi I'm in ATL
They telling me I'm dope enough to package up and sell
Gotta know ya worth so now I'm sitting on a scale
Her Press-Ons glow in the dark so right now alll I see is nails n***a
The engine purr like raja when it take off
I might fuck around and drive the paint off
We ain't cut from the same cloth
You n***as is pleather
Heat turn you pussies to sweater
You ain't made for this weather
My aim is better, '97 Golden Eye
Holes in his shirt til he Polk-a-dot
My American Idols don't sing n***a
Shirt off all summer, bling-bling n***a

-hook