[Intro: 2 Chainz]

Yeah

I wonder what was goin on ye

Boy, you know you hard

You forgot about hard

Chainz been talkin' bout

You forgot all about hard, heh

I go in

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

It's turning like Poltergeist, I am the winner

I be the host of tonight like Jimmy Kimmel

I am a gangsta turnt Brixton man like Billy Campbell

Blow the flame out, just to rekindle

Have you met an angel that is a sinner?

I am a heavyweight, more than contender

Two girls with me and I'm in the middle

Tattooed my name all over the placenta

Married indeed, I married the beat

I married the streets, I'm full of myself

If I need to drop down, then I'll do it myself

Workin' so hard the people think I got a twin

No, I see the two of myself

Uh, packs in the living room know that I do it 'til death

Never get the proper credit

Hung around niggas

They used to rob for a fetish

Used to sell crack to their daddies

Take they antennas off caddies

Now I’m on top like an attic

Now I’m on top like an alley

I got more stripes than Rally

I got more stripes than Bally

I am the type to rally

I am the type, to type a bitch to address

"Not tonight, it's Saturday"

Go check my average, I’m an arrogant

I give her morning dick if she is relevant

I’m the magnificent, ain’t that imperative?

I’m in the whip, the same color as my heritage

Don't fuck with scary bitches

Don't fuck with niggas that fuck with scary bitches

I got the bass, fuck the snare niggas

Did this first just to scare niggas, yeah