[Verse 1: Metropolis]
You might see me on the strip brushing dirt off my shoulder
In a fat whip outside the club once it’s over
Girls folding in in their twos like Noah
I’m in a full black suit but I ain’t no chauffeur
I’m large in the game suttin' like an ogre
You man were couple size down, lower on the poster
Glower while I coast, brah, heavy chain smoker
The thin belly, mocha skin, sketty brain ho poacher
You’re a no-hoper, you need Oprah
Your girl’s coming back to my gates, she needs closure (get it?)
I’m supernova bright, I’m nyamin food of the flows I write
Sounding suttin' huge while I hold the mic
You think us getting this far was an oversight?
You think I won’t pluck honey though she’s over-ripe?
You don’t know me like… I work hard, play hard, and
Steady getting what’s mine under cloak of night

[Hook: Metropolis]
Don’t act like you done made it yet
‘Cause round here fellas won’t play that shit
Come about acting all vain and slick
But trust fam, Beggars gonna bait man quick

[Hook]