text: YMCMB, rawest niggas doing it
  School for the blind, I dont see these niggas doing it
  I’m doing it and doing it and doing it well
  Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?
  Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell
  If you scared, go to church I’ll see you in hell
  And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
  Everybody fake so I got real for sale
  Gunpowder fill the air
  Rappers shittin’ on theyself, you could smell the fear
  And these bitches laying flowers cause the king is near
  T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear
  Niggas softer than baby hair
  Why you acting tough, heard you work at Build-A-Bear
  I’m a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs
  I’m in the building I construct so crank this muthaf-cker up
  What the funk you beezy’s want
  I’m ready to hump the car I call it ele-phunk
  Trunk in the front
  Man she give me good brain till she feel dumb
  I just keep going like the bunny till I feel numb
  Yeah these bitches want it
  I put my man’s on it
  That 110 Sup’, and that Ferrari California
  Niggas want beef, call me Tony Roma
  You potatoes on the sofa
  Lazy motherfuckers, why you aint even try yet?
  Rich or die trying, why you niggas aint died yet?
  Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly shit
  And I’m with the business, get with a tied clip
  Stay on the flight yeah I’ma trip
  Probably up in Paradise chillin like Parliaments
  Flow got a boner, you could say I’m on some harder shit
  Bout to make the speaker buss’
  Okay, really, I get money
  I get money like a bitch
  She aint going nowhere but swear that bitch a trip
  You see how the diamonds get to dancing
  Yeah, ya money short, get some pants and shit
  I be with a nigga with a big ol’ dick
  Yeah I like them balls you be shooting them bricks
  Fuck you in the game for?
  Bitch we up three-zip and its Game 4
  Tell ‘em listen, couple bad bitches’s
  Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and shit
  Intervention bitch I pay ya pension
  Oh you say what? I don’t pay attention
  Yeah these niggas want it
  I put my bitches on it
  You know the tattoos got Nicki initials on it
  I put the pussy on ‘em, cook ‘em a pot roast
  Then pull off in the Ghost
  Bitch I do the most
  What the funk you beezy’s want?
  It aint your turn, better have my money
  Friday like Big worm
  Can’t see you niggas, you like a little germ
  Bitches know I’m excellent like Mr. Burns
  See my dick like butter churn
  Baby churn and ya girl with me fo’shure
  That aint your concern
  She forgot about her man, she will never learn
  On a mic til I die, RIP Chick Hearn
  Yessir, colder than the Pittsburgh winter
  Fresher than a Will Smith T-Shirt
  Disperse coming through Last King and a hearse
  Ask later, shoot first, got shooters like Dirk
  When it hurts leave you losers bruised up
  Bruce Lee nunchucks
  Toe from the floor up though
  Duck, rubber duck now you like oh shucks
  Tell the neighbours I don’t give a fuck