[Part I]

[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Dropped somethin' off real quick, you know what I’m sayin'?
Yeah (Uh, triple S), bitch

[Verse 1]
I was big rabbit before the birth of my son
The Earth ain’t big enough for both of us, you gotta get done
They sayin' they smoking top fives
But you ain't burned up the one (Skrrt)
Uh, fuck n***as talkin' 'bout? (Fuck n***as talkin' 'bout?)
Like every time I hit the booth
I don't leave that bitch with a body count
Came up talkin' shit as a toddler, I had a potty mouth (Yeah)
All the girls I ever got pregnant I trick the body out
Lift that ass up, got them titties did
Got rich and didn't die tryin', fuck all the many men
Got rich and put 'em on tour, shoutout my mini-mes (Yeah)
Only thing they own is them diamond Cubans and skinny jeans (Hahaha) Only thing I got is my balls and my word if anything
Hoes will be with any crew, give that ass to any who
Got they credibility wanin' just like these rappers do (Yeah)
N***as change they name but your history ain't detachable
I'm so grammatical I could take a sabbatical (Yeah)
Gary n***a was never no Indianimal (Yeah)
Built the empire from ashes and send me back a few (Yeah)
N***as wanna sign me off, I'm the reason they signing you
[Bridge]
(Hahaha, bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?)
You wanna cut the Kane train, n***a
I'm the motherfuckin' blueprint, n***a
You got the carbon copy, bitch, yeah

[Verse 2]
Fuck the industry, you get lost in it (Yeah)
BET treat a n***a like I ain't dark-skinned (Fuck)
But I ain't fuck with y'all since 106 & Park ended
Cypher's just a waste of my time 'cause I walk the park with it
Snow said: "Let's hit the awards," but we ain't dressin' up
Showed up in a tank top and chucks, he in a fuckin' tux
Textin' Ross to get some advice, he keep me buttoned up
I disrespected bro several years ago, I was fuckin' up (Yeah)
Now I love him like my momma son
House up in the hills ain't shit 'til you get your momma one
You a certified crack baby, I ganked your momma funds
Pray the Lord forgive me for selling dope during Ramadan, uh
Duha keep a n***a stable
Them crackers mark a n***a grave before you touch the cradle
I sent a ton off to the Moes 'cause I was more than able (Feen)
They let the GDs in the door, the Lords was at the table (Feen)

[Bridge]
(Triple S exercise) You know I'm sayin', n***a
Big rabbit, not lil rabbit
Lil rabbit with the babysitter, bitch
You know what I'm sayin'?
You gotta deal with the big boy
(I can already feel my trappin' mojo returnin')
[Part II]

[Verse 3]
Uh, yeah
Rest in peace Big Time, n***a
You know what I'm sayin', n***a? (Broadway)
That private school shit is expensive (Triple S)
Ayo, roaches on my cereal boxes, in Gary living poor
Same meal Saturday morning, we watchin' Diff'rent Strokes
Diego shakin' up with me, Ced and them n***as flippin folks
I was sellin' dope when Kanye was workin' at River Oaks (Yeah, yeah)
I did it with no radio
Had a million dollars before I ever met Ebro (Yeah)
'Cause up until this point my activities was illegal (Yeah)
I never made a chart, I ain't let it fuck with my ego (Fuck a ego)
What I drop spark fear
I had the album of the year, bitch, you can ask Nasir
The gangsta rapper of the year runnin' like ten years straight
Sometimes I feel like all my flowers comin' ten years late (That's how I feel, bitch)
But fuck it (That's how I feel, n***a)
Vice Lord poetry (Yeah)
Had to be twice as nice as these n***as for y'all to notice me
King Rabbit, nobody over me
If I had a time machine
The younger Fred would be buying bricks from the older me
If I had a time machine I would bring Chad Butler back
Candy painted, sitting on blades, so how you lovin' that?
Oh, you lovin' that?