[Intro]

Check, check, one, two

Turn me up some, y'all hear me, y'all hear me

It's Charles Hamilton! A.K.A. Blogger enemy number 1

Turn my headphones up, I wanna hear myself loud and clear

Hip Hop Game! Woo Hoo!

Sounds like my 21st birthday all over again

Aw man, let's get right into it. If I don't it this take, keep the intro

[Verse]

Ahhh, what a beautiful view, from the top

Now the spooky music dude is getting the dude from

Who the news'll view as the truth

Stupid to assume because I don't groom

That I don't have demand over Pro Tools

I stand over every man going postal

Trying to get a glance of what Mr. Hamilton can so do

Standing alone. So true

Shouts to Shanell, old dude

If you ever got a hidden view at Vibe magazine

Then she can say she knows you

Shouts to the sexy waitress at Noble

I got no boo, so your walls I'd like to go through

I ain't saying, I'm just saying

I guess I'm Super Saiyan like Goku

I'm just doing what I'm supposed to

You love her, wants me, can't have me cause she chose you

She looks like Velma anyway so I have no clue

Why you would go to the altar with her

Don't you know You-Know-Who pose true to how he steps in both shoes

I'm sorry, that was a smart way of saying that I'm real

A hard day of laying in my Major Pain is why Charles may get away

With saying he a smart Damon Wayans

Not to say Wayan that isn't smart, but I'm an only child

A shark amongst the Marlins

Stay away while my army marching

I'm hardly talking, fresh haircut, check my Steve Harvey copping

No photoshop, I'm a living photo op

From the place where you know you should be shot

If you phone the cops

I loan a lot, but I boned a lot of chicks

808 & Heartbreak when I Robocop this shit

I'm the best musician ever, go and cop my shit...

When it drops cause it's gonna be the hottest shit

You wanna mock my shit until you find out

That I got the shit on lock, so it is not a gift

I got it with a sniff of the umbilical cord

Niggas is whores for attention, so when I'm spitting it raw

I'm just pimping

I got a way with murder, not away with murder

So I earn it, not stealing, keep watching Simpson

He's behind some hard bars that's not mine

So open your stupid-ass mind if you got time

These other niggas want that parking lot shine

I want that youngest in the top 5 type shine

So you could say my fucking name like 5 times

Candyman, my hooks will murder you and your blind eyes

So support if you want, but if toy Soulja

Step on the court, you get dunked, fucking dummy

And people wonder why I don't fuck with money

But got a lot of it, funny

Niggas ain't know I grew my hair out on purpose

Now that I cut it, they nervous

If I'm bullshit, they're bird shit

[Outro]

Charles Hamilton

Hey man, I ain't mad at.. I ain't mad at little homie, he doing his thing

Let me just tell you my peace though

Yeah I be in meetings where they say

Charles Hamilton, Soulja Boy

The only comparison is that I'm you last year with talent

Haahhahaha!

Ohhhh the bloggers are gonna call me an asshole for that

Whatever

I'm sitting on top of the world

No auto-tune there

Oh man

I swear I love on top of the world man

Can't take me from here

I'm out