[Produced by No I.D.]

[Intro]
La da da da...
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye... (Good riddance!)
Hold up...

[Chorus]
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track, let the story begin...
Begin...
Begin

[Verse 1]
This is anti-AutoTune, death of the ringtone
This ain’t for iTunes, this ain't for sing-alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong – this ain't politically correct (Ah!)
This might offend my political connects (Ah!)
My raps don’t have melodies
This shit make n***as wan' go and commit felonies (Uhh!)
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn (Ah!)
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'all making gon' make it the Great Depression (Ah!)
All your lack of aggression
Pull your skirt back down, grow a set, men (Ah! Ah!)
N***a, this shit violent
This is death of Auto-Tune – moment of silence
[Chorus]
La da da da...
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye... (Hold up!)

Only n***a to re-write history without a pen
No I.D. on the track, let the story begin...
Begin...
Begin
Hold up!

[Verse 2]
This ain't a #1 record (Uhh!)
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon (Uhh!)
I made this just for Flex and –
Mister Cee, I want n***as to feel threatened (Uhh!)
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog – everybody dying, no lying
You n***as' jeans too tight
Your colors too bright, your voice too light (That's too far, n***a!) (Uhh! Uhh!)
I might wear black for a year straight (Uhh!)
I might bring back Versace shades (Uhh!)
This ain’t for Z100
Ye told me to kill y'all, to keep it 100 (Uhh!)
This is for Hot 9-7
This shit for Clue, for Khaled, for "We The Best"–in' (Uhh!)
N***a, this shit violent
This is death of Auto-Tune – moment of silence
[Chorus]
La da da da...
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye... (Hold up!)

Only n***a to re-write history without a pen
No I.D. on the track, let the story begin...
Begin...
Begin
Hold up...

[Verse 3]
This shit need a verse from Jeezy (Aye!)
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Get this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it (Uhh!)
Get 3 Thou' to style on this
I just don’t need nobody to smile on this (Uhh!)
You n***as singin' too much
Get back to rap, you T-Pain'ing too much (Uhh! Uhh!)
I’m a multi-millionaire –
So how is it I’m still the hardest n***a here? (Uhh!)
I don’t be in the project hallway
Talkin' 'bout how I be in the projects all day (Uhh!)
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me (Uhh! Uhh!)
N***a, just get violent
This is death of Auto-Tune – moment of silence
[Outro]
La da da da...
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye...