[Hook] x2
It won't be long till you feel it in your system
It won't be long till you hear this in your system
And when that beat drop they won't know what hit them
Hit the weed, they're gonna want another hit then

[Verse 1]
I'm a young n***a
Tryna get my funds bigga
Give dope lines no drug dealer
And she hit those high notes much clearer
Cause I'm a musical genius and I mean this
But she come pose for pics
I gets the flicks like its scene it
N***as seem to be anemic
Ain't eatin' like Ethiopians
Gropin' all on my penis
Cause I dropped a beat and they seen it
Copped the beat and then cleaned it
Cause all my shit be dirty
I heard that n***a from jersey
The garden hotter than curry
Hurry, 'fore I get too hot
Do not act like you knew that
You weren't there when the dude dropped
You won't get in my new drop
Knock on wood grain
I could gain but I might lose
That's why I fuck wit the right crew
Knock on wood grain
I could gain but I might lose
That's why I fuck wit the right crew

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
All these dudes worried 'bout these trends
Well I'm worried 'bout my ends
N***as bliztin' off the corner
When I started this shit I ain't have no friends
Now I got brothers like Warner
Got my back like quarter
Bring the sacks
We Chiefin' on that Tamba Hali reefer
Brandon Flower sour, counter quarterback keeper
Now you pissed off cause we run the game
But we from the same place
N***a get my name straight
N***as sound dumb so I shortened it to Var
I became great, not cause the name
Because I'm a shooting star
At the same rate, y'all became late
That's who you are
You the same n***as that I'm shooting for
BANG

[Samuel L. Jackson Preaching in Pulp Fiction]

[Hook]
[Samuel L. Jackson continued]