La da da da, hey, goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history
No ID on the track, let the story begin
this ain't for sing -alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera,
Preferably with a fat ass
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don't have melodies
wanna go and commit felonies
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
I know we facin' a recession
But the music y 'all makin'
All your lack of aggression,
put your skirt back down,
Nigga, this shit violent,
this is death or auto -tune,
Only rapper to rewrite history
No I .D. on the track, let the story begin
this ain't a number one record
This is practically assault
I made this just for flexin'
Mr. C, I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your blood clot cryin'
The kid, the dog, everybody dyin',
You niggas jeans too tight
I might wear black 4 year straights,
I might bring back Versace shades
the A told me to kill y 'all to keep it 100
this shit for glue, for calent,
this is death or auto -tune,
Only rapper to rewrite history
No I .D. on the track, let the story begin
This shit need a verse from Cheezy
I might send this to the mixtape Wheezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on it
Get this to a blood, let a crip walk on it
Get Lee Thow to style on it
I just don't need nobody to smile on this
Y 'all niggas singin' too much
you teeth painin' too much
I'm still the hardest nigga here?
I won't be in the project hallway
this is how you prove it to me