[Intro: Leo]
Yes!
It's Leo Baby, Box Crew Baby
I think they should already know what time it is!
Year Of The Redshirt Baby!
The Boy is back!
They could only take me put for so long!

[Verse 1: Leo]

Uh-uh
Yea, yea
Uh-uh
Uhhhh

I go way too hard to give in or give up (Tell Em!)
I seen my parents get married then three weeks later I saw em split up(DAMN!)
Now I'm about to cop the 24K gold chain say wassup to King Tut
Cuz that's the only times Dominicans and Cubans ever link up
And I almost dropped out but it's funny to me bitches still want the Bachelor
Boy I've been a Master, stay in school you can only do this when you this good of a rapper
Maybe a trapper, I did that already, I'm a hustler baby, it ain't hard to tell
And I got bars too, the calls never drop, it ain't hard to sell
Name another n***a this nice, yet this rude
That can walk the walk back it up like this dude
With so many different flows I can pick and choose
Then I throw this away this one is so yesterday Ha!
Rap n***as make me sick
To the point I throw up (huh) that's when I spit
Some shit you never heard've prolly make you quit
Or find another hobby, so please do not bother me
We would bounce from house to house, and my mom'll sleep from couch to couch(DAMN!)
Then I said Mami look at the struggle I'ma take you out(What else?!?)
Got the tears on my face but she tellin me that crying shit was not allowed
The only green I grew up around was really brussel sprouts
Try to Knock You Down Like Keri Hilson, but I'm The Fresh Prince I get on my Will Smith (UH!)
And I left Philly too, but the only difference is that my dad ain't Uncle Phil bitch!
N***a this that real shit, came with the method like Redman
Flow so cold you can eavesdrop on it but I'm tryne make the deaf jam
Why you think I go hard for?
Flow so strong I am the Rapping Arnold
Came to terminate ya so please do me a fava'
Hand over the bread and butter 'fore we make y'all n***as suffer
(UGH!) Flow too sick, skinny n***a no toothpick
And I don't give two fucks, y'all rap n***as really poo-put
Money Man Meetch on the beat and my n***as ride like A C E
And I snap like ACLs, n***as rap about their 3rd eye, but they still can't see me (HA!)
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) real shit that's facts n***a... That's facts n***a
Year Of The Redshirt tell them wack rap n***as that I'm back n***a