[Verse 1: Brand]

(OK. I Like that.)
(Lemme run through it, yeah)

I got too much games, you can't double hear my name
He going dumb-again, see I'm all about my business
Really you are just a jungle gym
He playin' watch me humble him. I guess Success too much for him
Mad Cuz I'm overachieving, its no wonder you're so under him
Fly-er than a jungle blimp, Yelling out bottom, we fly right over
Land in a place where you dont find poachers, if we got beef, I eat my opponents
With fries and a soda, everybody knows I got me eyes on the groceries-
Store, want another verse, you hear it first, I ain't Kurt Loder
No more being broke, Cuz now I got a lot of money in the Wachovia-
Bank, I ain't no joke, Prank, ? when we show up, thanks!
Got the game in the holding tank, believe you mean but this rap shit ain't
(Nope!)

(Chorus)

[Verse 2: Brand]

(Check it out)
Easy simple basic, Piece of cake I got this, baby
Ain't no question who's the coolest man this shits a breeze, ain't it?
Brain-storm it, then I create it, say it, lay it, labels will pay it
DJ spin it, radios play it, hate it, love it, fuck you, pay me
And you're not like, see thats it, no shit sherlock
I'm not a rapper but an astronaut, I'm so out-of-space you'll need burn dock
And you dont see it on your watch, Don't be ? when I come and take your spot
I dont stay in my lane, I swerve out til' a n***a hit curb on your block
Just bein me, I do my corsa (cruising), and I sing in spanish, courtesy of my esposa (wife)
I love being different, so you know I'm not a chocha, and thats pussy in spanish, although I get that on alosa
Now back to the story, I'm in it for the glory- in life
Tryna get over the hump, like everybody else and I know its not over night
And I dont sing, and I dont write, but oh I rap, and thats not bad

(Chorus)

(Dont worry if I write lines, I write checks)x3
(I write checks)