Show out for the girls and get your ass whipped
On some 8th grade, right front of the class
You gon' try to test me but I'mma pass it
I'm a motherfuckin' genius and you in some bad
Step 'round a corner with my crewneck on
Hammer can't touch me, m**I'm too hands on
I don't know you man, we ain't never been to school together
We ain't ever shared or ate food, never!
They say money never sleeps, gotta have two hustles
Since I'm bagging duffels, I got ashy knuckles
Carry 'em to the bank, now I got big muscles
M**I do my thing, I got fans in Brussels
Y'all think I made it, I'm just getting started
M**I'm just saying, thatretarded
Y'all think I made it, I'm just getting started
M**I'm just saying, y'allretarded
(I just got excited, m**I almost farted
That's too much information, my bad, I'm sorry
We got syndication, ourgo hardest)
And that's why she choose and that's why you lose, myyou garbage
Not to be harsh butit, yourlook parched and busted
And I bet that you be carpet munching, thatwe spark be skunking
That Pepé Le Pew and you know we be repping the crew
Pac Div, you second to who? Maaaaan, ain't nobody be checking for you
Must we remind again, must you rewind again
I'm off three Heinekens, and thisis effortless too
I done stepped on your shoes and spit in your face
Disrespected yoin your place
You still want a autograph? Gimme a break, I'm sick and disgraced
Theseis fake,is fake, manis just fake
I just stay to myself, I don't get in the way
Got bread to get, got head to get, rap etiquette, don't edit this
Need evidence, been repping it, ever since... b**h!
We overfaded in the function and we getting started
Ablew three blunts 'fore we finished parking
That OG make a nerd broad get retarded
A pretty b**h's dream, a freaky b**h's Mr. Marcus
Popping up for that revenue, standing tall like I'm 7'2"
You ain't cut from that same cloth, hell nah we ain't gettin' no checks with you
No you can't get no checks with me, get thesefrom next to me
Backstage drinking up the Yac,you ain't get no text from me
Pull up, I can pump your brakes, that's dopeboywe pumping base
Flex so hard my muscles ache, stack that bread then tuck the safe
If it's game day, I quarterback, that's on me, them boys is back
All I know is that fly gotgame on my boarding pass
What you talking 'bout, I be making G's
Posted up in the parking lot, dangling my keys
What you talking 'bout, I was overseas
Posted up, Polo down, catch me dangling my keys
If you try, you'll find I'm rhyming in some Iversons
In the ocean, riding dolphins, grab 'em by the fin
Uh, yeaI'm ten feet tall
Bunch ofplaying with my beach balls
The money in the way, I don't see y'all
Finally making paper legal
I'm flyer than a seagull
Fresh as that's by default
I hit Schoolboy Q to borrow bucket hats
Why you talking little homie, go and run a lap
That I been ether
Have theserunning like a gym teacher
So you can go and do a hundred drills
Twenty years old with a couple mill
It's nothing, I'mma go for more
Just became a wizard,I'm Okafor
Sameyou been told before
These some raps out thebaking soda drawer
Yea I spit that crack
Mac Div
