[Intro: Nick Pratt]
Uh
Yeah, hold up

[Verse 1: Nick Pratt]
Now tell me you ain't know it's me (Know it's me)
Praise be, jump down and throw to the beat (Throw to the beat)
Uh, [?] hot potato champion, I'm holdin' the heat
And throwin' shots like the ones Dirk throw at the Heat (Throw at the Heat)
Hold up [?] but a n***a never lost it (Uh-uh)
Super fresh and I ain't even get a chance to floss yet (Uh-uh)
Why I'm makin' boss steps? (Uh-uh) Mark Cuban tennis shoes
Referee kick me out the game [?]
Testicular fortitude of [?] (Alright)
Southern rap slanger on the east coast, been border proof (Yeah)
Groovin' like the emperor (Uh-huh), author of The Writing's on the Wall
[?] tryna brawl [?]
That n***as ain't tryna do it like I does it
'Cause I does it like dopest, dog, I'm cookin' by the dozen, like a baker (Baker)
Crack cookies packaged up and shipped out
The flow on hydraulics, MTV, we finna trick out (Trick out)
No ride pimpin' (Uh-uh), we just cash on delivery and [?]
Got [?]
The 808, high-hat and the snare (Hat and the snare)
And the brains of whoever was there
This shit's a massacre (This shit's a massacre)
Car bomb [?] the driver and the passenger (Driver and the passenger)
Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock dyin', disastrous
N***a, I'm hazardous, all I'm droppin' is toxic
And all my lil' mamas [?]
I toss 'em like [?] rice but they come back (Come back)
They do their groupie thang because they think that I'm gonna run rap
Uh, but all I'm tryna do is shit on n***as (Shit on n***as)
When I spit on the beat, it's soundin' like I spit on n***as (Spit on n***as)
Uh, so disrespectful (Uh-huh)
N***a, wipe your face off (Yeah)
Warrin' with the rap world, n***a, like I'm Adolf
I'm out here gettin' to the money like I'm Bernie Madoff (Bernie Madoff)
Seventeen billion dollars, bitch, I made off (Peace)
Uh, I'm [?], catch me if you can (Alright)
I got these hoes runnin' like the Gingerbread Man (Ya)
The promoter got me summoned like I gotta go to court (Court)
As long as they've got my dollars, I'ma shut it down, of course (Of course)
[?] I be rappin' like I know somethin' (Uh-huh)
At the same time, I be steppin' like I'm on somethin' (Alright)
Bitch, I'm killin' it [?] every memory (Boy)
Every step feel like an obstacle [?]
Cut the umbilical cord on all that follow me (Haha)
Callin' me "Father" [?] (Uh, uh)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
[?] Mac slicker than Rick
And gettin' numbers in my phone with a flick of the wrist
Trippin' with spit, class need to pick up his sticks
Hittin' the spliffs, filled to the tip with the piff (Haha)
Ain't need to shit, yeah, you know it
Explosive rap doses, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (What?)
Cream like Hostess, skin color of a Twinkie
Try and take over the world like I was Pinky (Uh-huh)
Pinky and the Brain, the shrink says I'm insane
Don't blink, I'm in the game, haters whisperin' my name
Ring bells like a ding-dong ditch
And bass hits with a King Kong kick
I'm droppin' it heavily, incredible legacy
Ahead of me, weed or ecstasy sends me to my destiny
Throwin' in the Hennessy, I'm faded and gone
Playin' the songs you never hear a DJ put on (Nah)
I bring it back like a replay or relay
So everybody's clear, no he say, she say
Poetry from coast to sea, fresh like potpourri
Blowin' trees, O's and P's, all of y'all know it's me
Mac