[Produced By: Dilemma]

[Verse 1]

Like we always do at this time

Feeling like a winner when I rhyme

Victory is sweet, defeat is bitter like that nigga [Shyne?]

I'm the best man like I'm in the wedding of my best friend

Got them hairs matted like a Yes man

Yes sir I'm on it, when they hear it's like they get the Holy Spirit

I bring the devil out of all these God-fearing women

She say she want some free shit I say this ain't a demo

She talking all this "we" shit, it better be Nintendo

I just play em like the lotto, play em like Serrato

Tell the world to kiss my ass like we playing spin the bottle

A long list of rappers I'm ahead of

I was good but these wack niggas made me look a whole lot better, huh

Mirror, mirror who's the illest that you ever seen?

They never leave, I got em hooked like methamphetamine

Got some pipe dreams like when crack fiends sleep

But the winners wear rings but the crown's for the king

[Verse 2]

It's like a white slave walking with a black master

Got the demeanour of a black pastor

They rapping verses but I rap chapters

My genesis a revelation got em praying on their knees

Lord have mercy, Jesus [?] then that nigga me

When I said hello to hell then I said goodbye to heaven

Took em one-on-one like it's a sideways eleven

Shit I ain't the one protesting, I teach the lessons

You be the next one eight like you follow seven

So don't play with me

Get enlisted same day you couldn't play wit me

Niggas full of shit but yet they say the game's empty

They insane, they insane, living in a different world like a Wayne [?] Witney

I'm in a different league, huh? Nigga, please

I'ma different breed, bitch niggas ain't in my pedigree

They can't see me but they feel me like a breeze

Yea the winners wear rings but the crown's for the king

[Verse 3]

Surrounded by this trash I'm the rap [?]

[?] Black Panther slash wack rapper cancer

My sixteens tell em "have a seat" like Chris Hansen

This rap ransom, you Mr. Nice Guy I'm like Samson

My music in dem white hoods like the white clansmen

I'm from the city tryna come up from the slums, nigga

Playing 21 with someone who won't see 21, nigga

Who [?]

Who never seen they kids once but they still raising guns like [suns so?]

What the hell you fighting for?

Fighting like it's final fight, I'll find a [?] slice of devil's pie

Grab the knife and I divide it more

Sit inside a [?] beside a riot and now we fighting wars

I might have heaven heighten more

I'm outta sight like a satellite

Giving middle fingers to these rappers and the rappers that they rhyming like

Liking what I'm spitting like it's [light skinned women?]

Like white people like wearing shorts in the winter nigga

Bodybags nigga, yea