[Intro]

Alright, no matter the decade

The flow is crazy

Representing

AMG

[Verse 1: ANTHM]

Yeah

Even in the 70's I'll still be the man here

Sniff a gram, fucking Pam Grier, Sharon Stone at the Tangier

Playing Al Green

A soulful nigga with wild dreams

And I'll deliver what the crowd fiends

I'll be the first to spit, with the first commercial hit

Have Sugarhill Gang sayin' "Your verse was sick"

80's baby, 70's heart, 90's flow and I'm ready to start, uh

I grab the mic and I like to go in

Half the shit you write with your pen belongs in my recycling bin

The other half should be a mixtape

Call it "The Life and Times of the Bitch Made"

And hold your breath until that shit's played

See the placenta spill on the floor

Fresh off of Hip-Hop's umbilical cord, spittin' the illest syllables raw

Ain't no one as real as your boy

Not McCoy, I'm that motherfucker fillin' the void

I'm the great hope

You just a fuckin' scapegoat for wack rappers that we slap

Grab a rope bitch, you ain't dope

I don't self debate

Carry that belt like a welterweight Mayweather

Fuck it if I felt the hate

Never claim that I clap at your neck

But I'll beat your ass in a battle for a lack of respect

Matter of fact, start grabbin' the check

Put your money where your mouth is, you're fucking with a natural threat

You'd be impatient too, if you was waiting to blow

Seeing all them bad bitches masturbate to your flow

Flow smooth like a cruise ship

When I speak I tend to move shit

Bottom line, I ain't gotta prove shit