Very good, very good professor

Check these, the deal is on

And here's you first installment, one million dollars

I hope your tires go flat when you whipping in your new Beamer

Call Triple-A and get the “You ain’t paid the bill” line

Good grades back in postgrad

D list celebrity now, but you can’t hold that

Hands-free, walking h**b

Promise I ain’t hiring, forgot to turn the sign off

This is one hell of a way to start a conversation with myself, but f**k it I relate

I got bottles by the eight count, that’s crazier than my dad’s mom

Models in my lake house that’s angrier than I am

Feet in the water looking up like I owe ‘em something

Walked the seven mile in the eight with the Bieber bumping

New kids obsessed

With the old school when they never went to class

If you wanna act like hip-hop is dead

You should probably wake up and then go back to bed

Yeah! Morning after the wedding, it’s lit!

This shit feel like ’09 again in the basement

Still I’m taking my shots but I’m the one that they chasing

Went from ain’t nobody tryna sign me

To moving up into the offices and having signees

Look at me, took the neighborhood I came up in, flipped that shit

Into a movement, everybody want their name up in

It’s whatever, it’s lit now

This song was alright, I gave it a verse, it's a hit now

These rappers are jokes, they been clowns

Do a stand-up or sit down

I could get the hands up and still hold the Mitt down

Look at the kid now, been off the grid now, for a minute

When the fall come, you all’ll be witness

I might hit the fall and winter like a fadeaway J at the buzzer

Take it away 'cause I’m on my J or a couple a dozen a day

Spit but they got nothing to say

I beat the odds once, now it’s double or nothing to play

Pack!

Woo! It’s super lit!