[Intro]

Yeah, this is it

I was born for this

Kobe four seconds in the forth quarter

Championship shit, haha

[Hook]

Wait a minute, y’all thought that I was finished?

Like, I ain’t been about it

Like, I don’t handle business

Get it in for real

I ain’t here trying to win it

This ain’t a jail call

I ain’t running out of minutes

[Verse 1]

Re-introduction, weezing down the Hudson

Beluga bunches, I be’s the discussion

David Ruffin, easing over percussions

And needed nothing, we now notice who bluffing

Woke to it, set a prayer and spoke to it

Let’s set it clear, I’m the heir to this folk music

Folks knew it, never groomed the coast to it

Low gooses, wiley loafs, don’t blow deuces

Head crack 'em, resume, just ask 'em

Letter A, the acronym, let it play and it’s platinum

Can’t pass him, soon to fall from backwind

Boogie broads attract him, went on tour and taxed him

Style fresher, verbal wild finesser, foul

Blowing down, but listen loud in the Tesla

Pressure, pioneer in the flesh

I am here to collect, lions shares be the best success

Still on it, I will put a mill on it

There’s no facade, The gods could build on it

Peel on it, no mumble or drill on it

Concealed on it but wild on here on it

[Interlude]

Billion dollar worth of the game

'95 to now

Only question you should be asking yourself is how?

This that crack-era cloth

Characteristics of a Kingpin

[Hook]

Wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?

Like, I ain’t been about it?

Like, I don’t handle business?

Own the whole house

I ain’t never been a tenant

Anything I ever said

On the dead, a nigga meant it

[Verse 2]

Word to me though, never lacking libido

Years back in Muskego, still rap with that steelo

He know, not just a repper, I’m a stepper

Seeking higher to Mecca, so be obliged to this lecture

Handwritten, no scams, I’m transmitting

Ambition as long as the fans listen

Truth be told, no groupie hoes

No goofies that gaslight but can’t lose me though

Gucci souls, Baton Rouge Boosie mode

Rappin' dudes tryin' to do what Fugees sold

Kool G flow, all me, no movie role

Smooth skin, red gold, got that jewelry glow

Here we go, the setup, it’s who, what, where, whenever

My pleasure, I’m part of the era, sharper the better

I zone it, the brag that never be the bonus

At any moment, I can grab my cojones