[Intro]
I always knew one day I would become the best rapper
I just want to thank all my fans, I dedicate this to you
I call it "2 Milli"

[Verse 1]
I did what I wanted, n***as did what they could
A lion wouldn’t cheat but a Tiger would
I only keep real n***as in my stable
A million dollar chain, I’m feeling like Gucci’s label
So icey I really don’t care
Haters green as a pool table and they twice as square
Had to cut a couple bitches, them n***as need stitches
I’m getting money out the tree y’all n***as getting switches
Similar to Nas, I need a mic though
Chop the bread up, Tae Kwon Do
They pass me the game like Tom Brady
These rappers chances looking slim just like Shady

[Interlude]
Let me just take a brief intermission
I'm comin' right back at you with more bars than a motherfuckin' prison
Thank you, man, for following me, twitter.com/souljaboytellem
Two million followers, I love all my fans, let me eat these bitches

[Verse 2]
N***as locked behind my bars I'm taking out prisoners
Sit back relax receiving my residual
Think this song is dope shit wait 'til you see the visual
Please brace yourself this shit about to get critical
Let it be known I got rappers on my hit list
I got so many gifts you would swear I stole Christmas
Word to the Grinch bitch my style will switch quick
I knew this all along I was waiting just to hit the kill switch
Since day one man your boy been the truth
Broke so many records like I’m in the glass booth
Like I’m in the glass studio breaking out barriers
Back when crime mob was screaming Ellenwood Area
N***a I ain't scared of ya, never ever will be
I’m screaming I’m the best till these rappers kill me
Make the people feel me like the blind men do
On your girl, head so much, like her favourite shampoo
I’m travelling where I want, soulja’s vacation
My mind is so free, emanicapation proclamation
Im so hot, haters evaporating
6 bitches on my dick I’m elimidating
Im high every friday just like smokey
Im spitting real shit, these n***as spitting Karaoke
Hit stick with the flow just like Madden
Im so high on my carpet feeling like Alladin
I spit hot flames bitch just like a dragon
And my pants saggin
Spell it backwards n***as
N***as get heated when they see the coupe on
I dont give a fuck got my Pyrex suit on
I’ma keep rapping til the fans hear the best of me
Im cooking up the game bitch yeah I got the recipe
You ain't gotta like me just please respect it
Hip hop is dead n***a let me resurrect it
Microphone check it, uno, dos, tres
I’ma keep spitting til they crown me the best
The rap games a mess, let me clean it up
Its a pigsty they going ham give it up
[Interlude]
Man, man, I know a lot of these n***as out here slept on me, man, you feel me
But now I'm, like, they worst nightmare and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Hopped up out the bed, turn my swag on, man
Shit don't make no motherfuckin' sense, man
All my fans, hold your head, man, I got y'all man, it's nothin', you feel me?
Twitter.com/souljaboytellem, I'm doin' this for y'all
I broke two million, so I'm dedicatin' this to you
But at the end of the day, man, I know y'all love me, so I love y'all back
I'm the new best rapper

[Verse 3]
Flyin' down the highway, a million on the dashboard
You can't start my car up unless you got the password
I’m something like a prophecy, spit so properly
When my album drops, watch how many rappers copy me
Haters opinions are obsolete
Don’t make pop music, so it ain’t no pop in me
And my brains a bitch, where she at when I need her?
You pack nines, I pack nine kilometers
You didn't want beef, why would you start it?
Canoons flashing like you walkin' down the red carpet
First you was nameless, now I'ma make you famous
Hit you with the stainless and leave your ass brainless

[Outro]
Best rapper