(Intro)
We in here, we got Ness in the engineer seat
They freed Mike we got Mike in here
Boy i tell you them 2 years flew man and that boy came out still looking like a rock star and oh yeah they freed cash

Yo my ex girl told me pace myself slow it up
But I'm fast money and I'm livin' what I'm throwin' up
Maybe that's the reason why we broken up
I'm always on the go and she just wasn't holding up
But never mind her lets get back to rap
The realest young n***a spittin, yes i am that
Lyrically adapt, If you can process that
Hard headed cats like a n***a with a iron cap
Fresher than a pair of fuckin' iron slacks
Hoes eyeing me and through them gucci's know i'm eyeing back
I'm goin' hard til i get my name up on the map and i'ma jerk the game, be the n***a that's supplyin' rap
I promise that, scouts honors that
These new boys is all jerks and just tarnish rap
When i finish them they'll just be a scar on rap
Them dance moves on point but where your bars is at

The games to be sold and not be told
I still use a new flow or it'll just be old
You ask who am I the greatest story never told
You see i drew a good hand i would never fold
Couldn't see me fallin' off with a telescope
Fuck bitches, get money
Couldn't find a better quote
I'm just tryna give jersey rap a better hope
And if i fail you can forget that i ever spoke
But that's just a facade because i flow with these bars magical like a mirage
And think outside the lines while you stuck inside the margin
My music is respected by the stars and
That's why my attitude is fresher than my garments
I am not the best choice to go hard with
Been in rap beef and i ain't never lost zip
Been in street beef and the wins outweigh the losses
And that's just me bein' honest
Because most n***as liars
Talkin' they suppliers
See em in the streets
They be lookin' like the buyers
Hungry, starving, looking like they dying
But let's just not get involved with that
Broke n***a shit now i don't want know parts in that
We looking for the freaks yeah, tell her bring a friend in
My life's a movie baby where my happy ending
Now this is where i finish em, extortin' em
Torture them, slaughter 'em, diminish them
Time to start ending 'em, lyrically injure them
To the point where they never wanna touch a pen and pad again
When it comes to the loot i been gettin' it like a veteran
Still in high school but won't catch me me in no letterman
Sports not my thing but I pitch and I ball
Money is money yeah im taking quarter singles and all
On tracks i give em my all
Put my heart on the beat but hating n***as conjure thoughts off accapellaing me
Third finger to your mother
Yeah n***a on some mean shit
You n***as real slow
Stop fucking with that lean shit
Catch me rolling dutch's getting top from a mean bitch
She a computer genius
Downloads the semen
The places i like to shop you ain't never been seen
In and i just happen to be livin' out what your dreamin'
Unngh.. So you might wanna take a picture true to my religion Jesus could relate to scriptures
Bending bitches like a motherfucking game of twister
It's Mr. fuck ya broad next week then your sister
I'm tired of hearing the negative way my name is mentioned because n***as be knowin' i'm the one the game is missin'
And your boy got bars like a slammer
And he never been a fruit but that n***a go bananas