[Verse 1: M.A.B.]
Born with low iron
Lived in a home that owned no iron
We was all gettin rich or die tryin
I was tryna get rich or die rhymin
Look, I'm equipped with equipment that makes you vomit
N***a's so high, might fly by a comet
Y'all might wonder why I spread like a virus
Maybe cuz I'm real and i got that fine timin
Maybe cuz the steal holder never got a license
And maybe he did, last year, get indicted
I'm just tryna tell ya, what would you do?
When your loans cost a house and your kids do to
When that trap shit real, so they will skip school
Write a will for a will but until that's cool
We gon blaze, hit the stage, grab a mic
Look I got a pint, grab it tight
No one flyer in this bitch!
Hell yea i got the tree, but where the lighter in this bitch?
Look, Youngin from the Continental, so the goal's a Continental
Drive please roll down my window
Tell ya I became a boss at nineteen
Allergic to you losers, swear I always kept some visine
I'm feeling paranoid bout whenever the nine squeeze
Cuz every time it squeeze I know it's coming from behind me
[Hook]
But y'all don't hear me though
But y'all don't hear me though
It's M.A.B. but y'all don't hear me though
I said it's M.A.B. but y'all don't hear me though
It's D.M.V., y'all don't hear me though
D.C. to Chiraq, y'all don't hear me though
Get me
Look

[Verse 2: M.A.B.]
Tryna clear my mind, tryna stay from round these demons
So when I'm ridin round, know i feel a creeper creepin
And I'm never sleepin cuz of what Nas taught me
And I'm still feel in rage till i see an autopsy
Until i see the body or a sea full of bodies
Is all that's left to see when i get to grip a shorty
Come to grips with death, by gripping a killer's neck
I may forget to feel regret, because you lost it with respect!
(Cuz you lost it with respect, n***a!)
And it's the truth my n***a!
(Yea!)
M.A.B. comin live from the booth, my n***a!
I rebuke you n***as tryna shoot my n***as!
Look into my eyes, that ain't you, my n***a!
And let me find out who did it!
Might take a detour on this road to the millions
And do a drive-by to that n***a, word is bond!
But I won't be the killa, no n***a, I'm a don!
Like Joe Montana, best believe i got an arm
Like Tony Montana, till the end I'm puttin on!
And this world's mine, all mine, fuck ours!
All i fuck is dimes, not nines, that's power!
Yea, let me tell you, you's a pussy at it's finest
Started with a hunna, now a n***a buy diamonds
Started with the iron, now this boy steady rhymin
Came up from the hole, now he still steady climbin!