Fuck a newer watch, I'm tryna pursue the top
The way I ball, they gon' talk about 'til they die like Stuart Scott
Everything you are not, and can't be fucked with
And still keep all the medal close like Gabby Douglass
Was taught to never trust shit
Don't be fooled by this rush shit
You could get rushed for your Rush Card
Like give it up, bitch
Plus it's the young OG, I ain't new to chips
I'm married to the green like the lady who threw the grits
Presidential, no fits, no Olivia Pope
Got this shit from deliverin' dope
Lyrics my n***as could quote
Gettin' top on the Sicilian coat
Type of shit that make a n***a elope
On some modest shit
Whip cold, look how low the driver sit
Low mileage shit, my car is younger than Tyga's bitch
I come Mariah thick, flow on fire like Richard Pryor shit
And I ain't grow up with presidents like Maliah did
Or Sasha Obama, bling my pops and my mama
I was pushin' rocks, my classmates pushed a Honda
Now I'm clean in my colon, that shit ain't gettin' these commas
These bitches get in the game and start thinkin' that they Madonna
But this is rap, you hoes killin' the genre
Reality shows called, I said, "Mona I'm honored
But I ain't those hoes, those goals ain't on my radar"
I'm hip hop's savior, y'all could be tamer
I'm more like Jay or Lecrae or Malcolm with the K or
The new 2Pac, shit, should I say more?
Now all these rappers young thuggin' and gang claimin'
Knowin' damn well like their CD, they ain't bangin'
I came in this game with two quarters like Lloyd Banks
It was either rap or go to jail and avoid shanks
Now I'm the illest rapper you know
That switch up the flow more than they switched up Menudo
Never sign deals for some wills and a Hublot
Yeah you got signed but how many dicks did you blow?
And don't ask me why Baby never scooped me up
Y'all see Wayne: these n***as must think I'm stupid as fuck
If you can't trust your pops, shit, who can you trust?
It's funny what n***as do for some bucks, but not her
See I've ghostwritten bars for some of your favorite artists
And the ones I didn't write for, let's just assume they're garbage
Every rapper up in this game's my fuckin' target
You can bet your house, your whip, chains and your mortgage
See, I'm from New Orleans, and even though she below sea level
They can't see Na'Tee's level
She thorough from the Third Ward to New York's boroughs
And I get chips like the chicks out in Melrose
The fuckin' underdog
But ain't no way that I'm fuckin' under y'all
Could murder every one of y'all
I'm at their head like ISIS, diva's just the nicest
The way I raise the bar, I might raise my feature prices
If the question is "Who lyrically set the standard?"
Somebody tell Kanye, Sway finally got the answer
It's me, Na'Tee, the best in the biz
And shout out to my little brothers, they don't molest any kids