[Verse 1: Ellz]

Yoppa toter lotto mower

Making cuts a hydro smoker

Rolling bud and guiding closure

To my ex she sent a text

That read she fucked it up she know she smut

And sucked on other dicks and nuts

While I was out of town trying to binge myself on what I love

That's this music don't confuse me for no fucking nut

Usually one to fuck it up

But you just had to shut me up

It's crazy these fugazzi thugs

Forgot me and the king I was

The king I am got bars like prison

The bing I am the son of Sam

It’s summer motherfucker

Got a tre-pound seven inches

Six in the barrel bucka

Niggas talk greasy no hinges

Fuck breezies no feelings

I make this shit just look easy

No legendary on Halo

Put that on my payroll my nigga

[Hook: Ellz]

What you been doing motherfucker?

I’ve been doing everything you been pursuing motherfucker

Not the usual of fuckers

Against the grain I smooth it out

I'm just amazed as you I am

I'm feeling like the fucking man

I'm saying I'm the fucking man

[Verse 2: André DeSaint]

(I’m the fucking man… fuck yo’ man)

What the fuck? Fuck is up?

My cup is full of uppercuts

Things are on the up and up

And I don’t fuck with such and such

Trying to touch a couple bucks and keep it moving

Niggas drinking sucker punch that’s why you losing

Check the wave all in my movements

I’m feeling so abusive

Rapping out of anger

Living out my childhood dreams

I’m still trying to fuck Topanga

Fucked up generation ain’t no way that you can save us

Cut a deal with the fallen angel he said there ain’t no danger

See I’m the perfect stranger

You don’t know me, but you’d like to

I’m in a different world so if I get a chance I’ll write you

No telling what I might do

I could do some shit to spite you

Real music through your speakers while ya’ll sweeter than Type II

I ain’t grow up with no idols, bruh

Mike, who?

Walk around looking for some tension I could slice through

Sick and tired of answering what I’ve been up to

Watching Krush Groove with a slut who

Man.. man you know what?

Fuck you!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: André DeSaint]

I'm not the same as you niggas and I’m okay with that

Place me anywhere on God's turf and I'ma make it back

Chase it but we'll never be adjacent you could face the facts

Feeding bitch niggas bars for life say your grace with that

If you see the day that we should meet

Please spare me from your stories cause they're boring to me

I don't be reaching for the gems, they just be soaring to me

The day I reach the fucking top is looking gorgeous to me

The prettiest of my days

The wittiest from the craze

I'm stomping through this earth with the grittiest of my ways

The coach ain't pitching me plays it's all freelance

They want that old dirty shit like ODB fans

And guess what I came with?

I'm speaking your language you happy now?

Matter of fact fuck your rationale

Used to being passive with the words but there's passion now

Making rappers see the white light like I’m backing out

Stacking action packing bitches that be fashion trappin’ which is

Perfectly fine with me, let's get it crack-a-lackin’

Isn't he the type of nigga that you thought he wasn't?

Or maybe he just ain't that nigga that you thought he was

Sorry that I brought it up

Never second guessing shit you heard it if I thought it up

Got your girl harassing me

You thought her belt was chastity

Stupid, you should follow Nas smarten up

All my niggas animals don't make ‘em dig a carcass up

You won't find a crew that's gon’ deliver shit as harsh as us

Single as a loosie got these groupies looking parched as fuck

What

And I ain't quenching shit

So don't mention it

Bitch