[VERSE 1]
See it's time for the break, OOP...break's over
No rest for the bombs like the bombs near soldier
I ain't gon rest till I get near HOVA
So I won't rest till rest means over
They say I'm punch drunk but I'm walking round sober
Title holder, nope I never drop it
Started talking money at 12, never stopped it
Now windshield wipers coming out my pockets
And it rains till umbrella stocks skyrocket

STOP IT

Please, don't go wrong, the gun start singing that N*SYNC song
It just pop it, while the super flow got it
Tricking, Two steps from trippin in
Please pay attention cause you know this shit is Ritalin (riddling)
I got a million rappers petitioning to get rid of him
They sick of him, cause he in the game and they sitting in

[HOOK]
If they really want it I could bring it to em
Just do what they ain't doing while I'm proving
I'm bout to run this bitch
Somebody show me something, all I'm seeings bluffing
And while ya'll ain't saying nothing, man I'm...
I'm bout to run this bitch

[VERSE 2]
Real talk when I spit, real talk or eat dick
Real targets will get, headshots when I creep in
The peak of the heat see they sheets while I'm sleeping
Let em sneak in their last breath as I reach in
I cut off the alarm, just to let em sleep in
And then they sleeping, a closed coffin
Cause if I hear you say something that's insulting
I'm at your crib with more brothers than a Baldwin
Or a Wayan's, I'm not playing saying (sane)
They not saying that I'm saying (sane)
But I'm super saying (sane)
Saying I go Super-Saien and you get sprayed then
Everybody round you got your blood to play in
Midwest truth, proof of fate
1-17-11 is the current date
That wasn't a filler bar man, that was the take
To remind me next year my top spot was safe

[HOOK]
If they really want it I could bring it to em
Just do what they ain't doing while I'm proving
I'm bout to run this bitch
Somebody show me something, all I'm seeings bluffing
And while ya'll ain't saying nothing, man I'm...
I'm bout to run this bitch

[VERSE 3]
Hype back, .45 where the knife at
Oh you was sleeping? BLAOW I put you right back
Guns go off there's no point in trying to fight back
You won't wake up till all that's left is white rap
Now here I go, was poor to the core
Peeping through the windows of the money front door
They keep asking what I'm curious for
Mothafucka been writing since Curious George
Major in Rap, but minor Economics
I'm on it, beat makers cleaning up vomit
I stomp it in till beat instruments combine
And make another beat for me to murder a second time
I'm spinning up here who gonna top him?
Won't lose balance, so who gonna stop him?
Swag citizens get bragging rights cause we..GOTT'M

[HOOK]
If they really want it I could bring it to em
Just do what they ain't doing while I'm proving
I'm bout to run this bitch
Somebody show me something, all I'm seeings bluffing
And while ya'll ain't saying nothing, man I'm...
I'm bout to run this bitch