[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah
I wonder what was goin on ye
Boy, you know you hard
You forgot about hard
Chainz been talkin' bout
You forgot all about hard, heh
I go in

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
[?] say I'm the winner
I be the host of night like Jimmy Kimmel
I am a gangsta turnt Briston man like Billy Campbell
Blow the flame just to re-candle
Have you met a angel that is a sinner?
I am a heavy weight, more than contender
Two-two girl with me and I'm in the middle
Tattooed my name all over percenta
Married indeed, I married the beat
I married the streets, I'm full of myself
If I need to drop, then I'll do it myself
Workin' so hard the people think I got a twin
Oh, I see the two of myself
Oh, blacks in the living room know that I do it 'til death
Never get the proper credit
Hug around n***as
They used to rock for a fetish
Used to sell crack to their daddies
Take they antennas off caddies
Now I’m on top like a attic
Now I’m on top like a alley
I got more stripes than Rally
I got more stripes than Bailey
I am the type to rally
I am the type, the type of bitch to addie
Not tonight they said it
Go check my average, I’m on a arrogant
I give her morning dick if she is relevant
I’m the magnificent, ain’t that imperative?
I’m in the whip, the same pill as my heritage
Don't fuck with scary bitches
Don't fuck with n***as that fuck with scary bitches
I got the bass, fuck snare
N***as did this first that they scare n***as, yeah