[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-Auto-Tune, 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 (Uh)
This might offend my political connects (Uh)
My raps don’t have melodies
This should make n***as wanna go and commit felonies (uhh!)
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn (Uhh!)
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'all making gon' make it the Great Depression (uhh!)
All your lack of aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set, men (uhh, uhh!)
N***a this shit violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence
[Chorus]
La da da da...
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye...
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 number one 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 bestin... (uhh!)
N***a this shit violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence
[Chorus]
La da da da...
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye...
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... Ay!
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-Paining 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...