[Intro: Jon Connor & DJ Green Lantern]
Yeah
Oh, just know I appreciate everything
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
DJ Green Lantern, Jon Connor, that Blue Album - crazy
Hate is like love, it keeps me on my grind
This an invasion, I'm stampin' 'em
Yo

[Verse 1]
Not to sound condescending, but where is my competition?
The streets talk, but I forgot to listen to my opposition
What would you do if you were sittin' in my position?
Knowin' that nobody out is spittin' at my percentage?
I wanna thank you motherfuckers for the inspiration
To shit on them and when it's over, rub it in their faces
To say that I'm underrated means I'm over-hated
The world ain't got this much crack since the term of Reagan
I am the bar in which determines greatness
A producer with hot flow, grind hard with determination
N***as is wack and you heard me say it
If you tell me to judge 'em from their music, it's only gon' hurt their cases
It got me thinkin', "Dawg, who write your shit?"
The n***a workin' your record don't even like your shit
Don't jump out the window, n***a, bite your lip
'Cause comin' at me just inspires me to write more shit, so

[Chorus]
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
Hate is like love, it keeps me on my grind
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
Do me a favor: don't do me no favors, I'll handle mine

[Verse 2]
Yo, look
No no, I would never diss you - that ain't what I'm into
You gon' show your true colors, you a bitch if this offends you
See, it's this simple: I'ma just continue
To shit on every rapper and then make them get the tissue
You thought that I was weak, why did you make me go and flex?
These n***as flex Alexander; one on one, they don't contest
Shouts to Kayslay and Funkmaster Flex
For sayin' in 2012 the boy was up next
I'm at Shade 45, they waitin' for me to go off
Y'all know what it is when me and Statik Selektah show off
No adversity is hurtin' me, I like fightin' the odds
So I back myself into a corner purposely
How you beat a n***a that came from Flint?
We fight death every day, so this game is a cinch
So you can shoot shots and the boy will never flinch
I can hear the haters now, sayin', "Ain't this a bitch?" (Yes)

[Chorus]
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
Hate is like love, it keeps me on my grind
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
Do me a favor: don't do me no favors, I'll handle mine
[Verse 3]
I'm from the F-L-I, so I'm really fly, really fly tonight
Really really fly, really fly tonight, yes, I'm
Really really fly, really fly tonight
Really really fly, really fly tonight
He's so righteous, did he write this in a pulpit?
It gets excitin' when he's tired of the bullshit
I am a titan, hold lightnin' and a full clip
N***as be bitin' what I'm writin', hope you full, shit
A lot on my plate, I'm at a fork in the road
But that's more beans when you the best in the globe
Who's sleepin' on me? Get the crust outta your eyes
As I punch lines that'll beat the fuck out of these guys
I just told K.Mo, I'ma give 'em a KO
I'm bein' nice, 'cause what they really should get is a halo
They softer than Play-Doh, they know
2011, I dropped freestyles they should've had to pay for
2012, it will only get worse, like a rash
'Cause I'm irrational when I'm spittin' a verse
And now I'm gettin' paid for my incredible talk
So my green keep gettin' bigger like Incredible Hulk, thank you

[Outro: Jon Connor & Samples]
From all of us here at All Varsity Music
Mo Cleaves, Young Sav, J-Rich
Mickey Wallace, Lia Mack, D .Wayne, Brandon Bars, Caas Swift
The Real Slacker, Josh [?] and DJ K.Mo
We say, "Thank you"
Thank you to the people
We sincerely appreciate it
I am the best in the world at what I do
I am the best in the world at what I do
I am the best in the world at what I do
I am the best in the world at what I do
I am the best in the world at what I do
I'm the best in the world at what I do
I am the best in the world at what I do
We are the best in the world at what we do