Got the followers treatin like I'm Olimar
Enemies hating, just another Seminar

Copped the four now they see me calling shots
I be selling verses like O'Reilly's auto parts
Eating so good you can call it A La Carte
Came up off the metal transformation, Auto Bots

Checking my flex
Flipping my decks
Swerving to Mickys got money to spend. (DOLLAR MENU)
I've been peeping artists they all sounding the same
Oh shit, god damn! Isn't that a shame?
Rappers making dubs off verses like it's shit change

All these rappers booty, smell like sour crout
Packing so much talent I should hand it all out
All I do is pout and wisk away my doubt
Look at you Thinking you packing the Fiddys
But your lies are fat we should call u Biggie
Way she bust it out, have me grabbin her titties
SOS shit, fronting slaying my city
Shit talking, get down to nitty griddy