[Verse 1]
Let the games begin, I came to win, reclaim my name again
With a lot of times its been, blame the Hen, for the frame of mind I'm in
"WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING, MAN?" I can't call it
I frolic in Hollywood like a alcoholic
Fallin' all over, bar brawlin'
I used to be ballin'
Now it's all cigarette, no filter
Livin' at moms still cause I tricked a million
Should've been buildin'
Instead I spend bread on head from hoes
Hundred dollars a pop to shed they clothes
Back and forth to the spot to cop the O's
Didn't stop 'til I blood clot my nose
You know how it goes
I'm feeling mighty dozed

[Hook]
Think I'm not mistakin This take and
Rhyme is in the makin'
Now we will see who real and who fakin'
Y'all asleep, and I shall awaken
Ladies shakin', b-boy's breakin'
Radio station, heavy rotation
Got no time to keep wastin'
On drinkin', drugs and ho chasin'

[Verse 2]
Line for line, each rhyme sublime
Rep for the west end to test the time
In my prime, a legend in my own mind
On my grind, in front not behind
Fuck a bitch, let me find my niche
Then I can have all kind when I get rich
But for now my style is just filthy
Diggin' ditches underground is the foundation that built me
I'm deep rooted
Hip hop apostle out to get looted
Respect is saluted
In time I meant this perfected by students
Forget the rhetoric
A veteran in the game, remain a step ahead of it
Far from irrelevant
Hell-a-bent from cocaine, but brain remains intelligent
[Hook]
Think I'm not mistakin This take and
Rhyme is in the makin'
Now we will see who real and who fakin'
Y'all asleep, and I shall awaken
Ladies shakin', b-boy's breakin'
Radio station, heavy rotation
Got no time to keep wastin'
On drinkin', drugs and ho chasin'

[Verse 3]
Intergalactic with my tactic
All of a sudden hoes attracted, say "Oww"
Ya'll faggots can't fuck with Fatlip
The black thing from my jacket go "Blaow"
Flip flow, acrobatic backflip
I'm back at this so get to this now
Right now is show time, get dough time
Hit it one more time, then I'm out
Ya'll on the wrong route
Tryin' to cross me, say I won't go all out
Hit the ball like a bounce on some foul shit
Swear to God man, I can't allow this
Time to get this bus-i-ness back in order
Cash get longer instead of shorter
Now it's my turn to eat, release the heat
Mission complete, when I burn the street
[Hook]
Think I'm not mistakin This take and
Rhyme is in the makin'
Now we will see who real and who fakin'
Y'all asleep, and I shall awaken
Ladies shakin', b-boy's breakin'
Radio station, heavy rotation
Got no time to keep wastin'
On drinkin', drugs and ho chasin'