(Verse: 1 Big d The Impossible)
Lunches n brunches
Lubrication air fuss n***a first, first n***a n***a first
First n***as n***a first
First, first n***a n***as first
First record n***a sound quick
I ain't the type of people you can mess quick
Odd make a name out all mind
I'm a record lable, I make a record label
Rebel reboot between the mind, between your line
Who can distinguish i and you
Out, who first clan in tang, big d e a l
I'm ain't the type you can diss quick, or re-band lace
I'm a family man
I first introduced you to rap counterfeit jotter, not pap or
Trump that you mingle into
Bean shot up your mouth being into hahahaha big too
Hahahaha, n***a slap my face, my face down well
N***a quick rap pap on about the jerk, lummy what i'm into
My face blown down too
I fuck NY wife, you fucked my bitch
Regulate bee shot up your face down well, well, well well
Well, before you crossed your line ink
My time ain't wasted on rhymes line gap
Whitney and nick syrup high bitch
First crossed your line win or lose wrestlin'
Boot gymnastics now
Boi, you think you gat dozen somethin' to rap fake gee