[Chorus]
I hear these kids and they tryin' to spit
But they sound so ass and I am the shit
No, you got nothin' on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me)
You got nothin' on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me)
They tell they friends that they're gonna blow
Once they on the stage, everybody go home
No, you got nothin' on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me)
You got nothin' on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me)

[Verse 1]
The youngin spittin' like tobacco, sharper than X-ACTO
Knives, flow tighter than a lasso
Louis shades on, my movie star shit
Lookin' like I'm dressed for the fuckin' red carpet
You look like your outfit from Target
With a bitch that smell like a armpit
Damn, that pussy stink, need to keep it clean
Do it like a kids movie
Homie, keep it G, PG-13, TV big screen
Been gettin' money since the boy was fifteen
But I spend it when I get it, Q wantin' me to save it
But I tend to wanna blow it when I make it
Used to drop verses in a dirty-ass basement
Now I'm recordin' at places that Lil Wayne spit
Shit, the future seem brighter than some neon
Bitch, I'm just a dog tryna find a tree to pee on
Infinity and beyond, beyond
Thinkin' you can beat me? Dream on, dream on
I'm so hard, got more bars than a damn jail yard
You slow like them damn little snails are
Now you in space with a star
So just chill for a second, play the background
Haha, it's time to make room for the class clown
[Chorus]
I hear these kids and they tryin' to spit
But they sound so ass and I am the shit
No, you got nothin' on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me)
You got nothin' on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me)
They tell they friends that they're gonna blow
Once they on the stage, everybody go home
No, you got nothin' on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me)
You got nothin' on me, boy (I just wanna one-take it for ya, Jerm)
(No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me; hey, look, uh)

[Verse 2]
Labelled as a young man, don't wanna get old
Little thing called hip-hop stuck on my soul
Bumpin' my shit comin' up to a show
Well, it seems this youngin here lookin' like a pro
Now I look fresh, but I always had hoes
We the style, yeah, always had those
Gone so long, now I'm comin' back home
So many calls, gotta get another phone
Just to deal with the day-to-day routine
But I'll always make a little time to dream
Come with me, you could learn a few things
No, I'm good, don't need a mood ring
Hey, hip-hop's little brother like Phonte
Little league, no Danny Almonte
Bomb haze got me risin' like Andre
Chillin', countin' money with a couple of my hombres
[Chorus]
I hear these kids and they tryin' to spit
But they sound so ass and I am the shit
No, you got nothin' on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me)
You got nothin' on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me)
They tell they friends that they're gonna blow
Once they on the stage, everybody go home
No, you got nothin' on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me)
You got nothin' on me, boy
(No-no-no-nothin' on me, boy, no-nothin' on me)