Your girl put my face on her book, I understand why you was shook
My teams making plays thanks to my playbook, I'm a coach
You a little roach
I beat up the instrumental like I'm bipolar, so don't play me like I'm a controller
I may pop you in yo eye like popeye
Imagine me a Martian like Marvin
I need more rappers I'm starvin
I'm married to the money, I got a wedding ring
I'm the husband, she's my wife
Enemies in my face, I show no fear
They talking about me like I can't hear
I'm just trying to reach my goal like I'm in a maze
You try to stop me, I'm going face and erase you
I'm not talking about shooting, I'm talking about throwing them hands
They say they my mans, but all they want is my bands
I will kill rappers on a song
My rhymes are so sick, I don't even need a sidekick
You say that guy handsome, but ain't he the same one that used to hold your kid for ransom
If you have a problem, you can meet me in my asylum
I can even rhyme and even speak in Spanish
Voy a hacerte desaparecer, así que déjame en paz
No puedes ser como yo, eres un clon