old heads play this
[Part I]
[Verse]
I wasn't even tryin' stand—
I wasn't even tryin' stand out
Time has come, bitch, I'm mad, so keep your head down (Hitec, this ho crazy)
I can rap like Uzi, but make beats like I'm deadmau5
I don't play fair with these n***as, fuck a head count
Bitch flexin' for these hoes, pull the bread out (Flexin' for these hoes)
If you say I'm ass, boy, you lyin' out your damn mouth (Out your damn mouth)
Yeah, I keep it cool, but my bitch I don't play 'bout (I don't play 'bout)
First, I wasn't on, but the second shot gon' lay 'em out (Yeah, yeah)
No, you not important, I don't got nothin' to say about you
In your city too, n***a, I don't need a voucher
I know shit look green, my n***a, but it's snakes around you
My bro took the Perc', he hid it in the Quarter Pounder
N***a, I been at this shit for a minute, my style don't got no founder (Yeah, yeah)
Every time I made a beat, then cook up, bitch, I feel like Chowder
This one ho wanna put me in the light, guess what? They still ain't found him
Can't even be outside at that show, guess what? They—
[Part II]
[Verse]
Huh, uh
How you gon' run the game over? Huh
I am the God of this shit, I turn the Timex into a Rollie
I just been givin' them hit after hit like Chuck Liddell, I'm on it
Huh, I'm goin' 'fit for 'fit, my drip look endless, yo' shit bogus
N***a, I switch, switch the flow up, baby, they gotta stay potent, huh
Tryna get backstage, n***as don't know him, get turned around by the doorman
I used to buy the Skittles from the candy lady, now it's weed from the dope man
I remember workin' hard at the Food Lion, I used to wait for the payment
Snake Denim came from Japan, when I fuck the bitch, give her helpin' hand
Bitch, she know I'm Mr. TenFigs, 'cause I go to sleep dreamin' 'bout the bands
You ain't never had a label call you, wanna put 100K in advance
Put 200K in advance, 500K, fuckin' bands
It's a fact, he gon' slime you out, and that's not a bet, n***a not your mans
That's a rat, no, it's not a mouse, he just want the cheese up in his hands
Where he at? We gon' find him out, boy, stay still 'till a n***a land
When I go out to New York, hold a contest, call it "Fuck-A-Fan"
[Outro]
Huh
[Verse]
I wasn't even tryin' stand—
I wasn't even tryin' stand out
Time has come, bitch, I'm mad, so keep your head down (Hitec, this ho crazy)
I can rap like Uzi, but make beats like I'm deadmau5
I don't play fair with these n***as, fuck a head count
Bitch flexin' for these hoes, pull the bread out (Flexin' for these hoes)
If you say I'm ass, boy, you lyin' out your damn mouth (Out your damn mouth)
Yeah, I keep it cool, but my bitch I don't play 'bout (I don't play 'bout)
First, I wasn't on, but the second shot gon' lay 'em out (Yeah, yeah)
No, you not important, I don't got nothin' to say about you
In your city too, n***a, I don't need a voucher
I know shit look green, my n***a, but it's snakes around you
My bro took the Perc', he hid it in the Quarter Pounder
N***a, I been at this shit for a minute, my style don't got no founder (Yeah, yeah)
Every time I made a beat, then cook up, bitch, I feel like Chowder
This one ho wanna put me in the light, guess what? They still ain't found him
Can't even be outside at that show, guess what? They—
[Part II]
[Verse]
Huh, uh
How you gon' run the game over? Huh
I am the God of this shit, I turn the Timex into a Rollie
I just been givin' them hit after hit like Chuck Liddell, I'm on it
Huh, I'm goin' 'fit for 'fit, my drip look endless, yo' shit bogus
N***a, I switch, switch the flow up, baby, they gotta stay potent, huh
Tryna get backstage, n***as don't know him, get turned around by the doorman
I used to buy the Skittles from the candy lady, now it's weed from the dope man
I remember workin' hard at the Food Lion, I used to wait for the payment
Snake Denim came from Japan, when I fuck the bitch, give her helpin' hand
Bitch, she know I'm Mr. TenFigs, 'cause I go to sleep dreamin' 'bout the bands
You ain't never had a label call you, wanna put 100K in advance
Put 200K in advance, 500K, fuckin' bands
It's a fact, he gon' slime you out, and that's not a bet, n***a not your mans
That's a rat, no, it's not a mouse, he just want the cheese up in his hands
Where he at? We gon' find him out, boy, stay still 'till a n***a land
When I go out to New York, hold a contest, call it "Fuck-A-Fan"
[Outro]
Huh