[Verse: PE$O PETE]
They say, "You got what it takes?" ("Got what it takes?", "Got what it takes?")
S-S-S-Say-Say-Say-Say, say, "You down with the looks?" ("Down with the looks?", "Down with the looks?")
"Can you spit a catchy chorus, and one of them hooks?"
Nah, but what I'm about to spit gon' leave y'all shook (Leave y'all shook, leave y'all shook)
I ain't, I ain't, I ain't, I ain't, I ain't with the propaganda
Pushin' druggies and money through honeys and clever stanzas (—ver stanzas, —ver stanzas)
That ain't my maximum and it definitely ain't my mantra
That, that, that, that, that-at-at-at-at ain't my maximum and it definitely ain't my mantra (Yo, uh, yeah)
Pass the, pass the mic for a minute, pass the mic for a second, let me paint you a picture, let me teach you a lesson
Ru-Ru-Ru-Ru-Run through ya city, when I run through ya section, there should be no second guessin', guessin'
When the, when the boy on a journey and you tried to get me dirty, steer me off the path intended, you gon' end up on a gurney, gurney, gurney, gur—
Da-Da-Damn, damn, end up on a gurney, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'mma need an attorney (I'mma need an attorney)
Oh, God, what they got me on? John, I was rappin' for the cause, now I wanna kill that off
Money, bitches, money, bitches, double cup, and triple sixes, uh (Money, bitches, money, bitches, double cup, and triple sixes, uh)
They feelin' me? I mean I'm just talkin' 'bout the industry, uh, that's right (I mean I'm just talkin' 'bout the industry, uh, that's right)