text: Uh
  Call me Dracula, cause all I do is count chips
  Your money mini, I aint talkin bout the mouse, trick
  These girls runnin like I just threw the bouquet
  They know Im headed to the top like a toupee
  Now all the bums is wonderin where I bes at
  If you aint a Barbie, its none of ya freakin beeswax
  These little rappers, I can see them in my dash cam
  I know they grouchy like Oscar up out the trash can
  Im on stage; you can sit in the crowd
  I be up in Lear jets, make a left at the cloud, haha
  I think she need the Heimlich; she the chokin kind
  She gets no burn, no smokin sign
  Yeah, metaphor heaven
  So they approve Nicki like my credit score seven
  Mac and cheese, six, fried chicken da guts
  And Im killing these bitches, Mike Vickin it up, yeah
  Dont play with Buck; Im not a video game
  Im so serious, put so many holes in your brain
  You oblivious to the fact you oh, period
  Who the ass said, who the ass meant Yall, there he is!
  Look, neck full of high-class diamonds
  The wrist lookin like it made a trip to Mohammed
  In the Colosseum or Harlem or Canal
  You cop jewels by the pennyweight, I go by the pound
  Anyway, I go by the sound, not by the style
  So when you cop my CD, you can go out of town
  Go outta bounds? Im blowin the whistle: referee
  BDP, yall know Im official, yall go, Ima tissue
  Yall dudes is shit, youll go lights out, wiped out
  Cant outwit me, outsmart me or outfit me
  Listen, this my year
  I got the arsenal with me, this my 
  Check the hoodie, check the feet
  So fly I need air traffic control to direct me through the street
  Cash the check; Im fresh to death
  Like I die, its suicide, then I resurrect
  Then I do it again, ostrich skin
  I got National Geographics on my clothes; tune-in, ha
  Yeah, you could try to keep up, but I know you not worthy
  I keep a nest for these birds, cause I know they be thirsty
  Been swaggin all my life, man, what is this? Your third day?
  Swagger 3000, all my fly people, its your day
  Rock star to rebel, on another level
  Gotta give you the scoop with no shovel
  Chandelier wrist, check the bezel
  Crown Royyal, Im bumpin like bass and treble
  I check these dudes fresh; they just dont pass
  Guess I gotta take em to swag class, ah
  Wanna talk about bars, mine leave it be
  Never needed an A&R, mine needed me
  Theres one thing in this world I cant stomachs a fake
  You tryna stop what aint come with a brake, some of yall made a mistake
  Some of yall been deprived, aint seen the skill
  Just got the truck customized, got a meaner grill
  Told baby, just bein real
  Leave or get balls in your mouth, I spoke to her like Serena Will
  Top back, top cats get a beatin
  Sayin you the best, should stop it, its misleadin
  Cause I might cock back to get even
  Its not a wet dream; you just gettin shot at while you sleepin, uh
  Feel like the game cant be weaker
  Thats why homie rarely do the cameos and features
  Im good with my insanity and fevers
  Cause Pac lookin from heaven sayin, They aint understand me neither
  Wanna play it aint worth it, maybe why Im feeling like
  Ye, you prolly won an award, but you aint deserve it
  Circa 01, homeboy, he a vet
  Leave em deep regrets like they Tila Tequilas neck
  You past your prime, I aint spit ether yet
  You need a major; I just need an ethernet
  Word on the street, I made the OGs be upset
  Cause Im a student of the game, not a teachers pet