[Verse One: King.dom]

I get mad ducks, two at a time, they add fuck

Make 'em split the pole cause I be givin' them hoes bad luck

Not a dime, robbin' you blind

And make your mufuckin' property mine

I mean all of it

Cut your phone line, no mo' niggas is callin' it

Back of the church, ?? flash with mad ??

Got a nice system, get jacked while you installin' it

Don't fight fare, I stab niggas I'm brawlin' with

Dames sustain, get a plate, not pausin' it

Layin' the block coughin', sayin' the wrong shit to her

?? balls swallower you gave her a long kiss

And I came with a four fifth of a hater that's on this

When I aim it, it won't miss

Like my nut when it spray in the face of your sis

She came for 'dro I laced with base and powder

Now her face sliding 'cross home plate

Why you chicks tryin' to monkey around with grown apes?

You the chump I'm the champ quit jumpin' my style

You move vials while you movin' bowels

Eeeeck

Nothin' but gruntin', shittin' and movin' around

In 2000 I had a new style for the 0-8

The future's future and the future is now

Hear the flow yo, a few of you should've drown

You fags, why you rockin' a tutu? Get a gown

Upgrade like droppin' a deuce deuce, get a pound

.45, he was rockin' a deuce deuce 'fore he died

Steady drinkin', I'm rockin' a deuce deuce 45

Gettin' bent like the hammer you bought

You a fag, you soft

And your bitch is soundin' like a man when she talk

You stalkin' bitches that I block from my phone and steal my boxers

So they can smell my cock when I'm gone

You man to man with the D

Your hustle game is really not in the zone

[Verse Two: Copywrite]

I don't even like rap

I came to get a dime bag from the engineer

And he said he'd be right back, so fuck it, where's the mic at?

A con artist that bomb hardest as Saddam in his prime

Bin Ladin and Optimus Prime, only ??

I'm as hot as it gets and I'm proud of my sweat, I'mma shine

Shoutin' my set till the time they're countin' my debt for my pine

My mom's payin' it off cause she's countin' the checks from my rhymes

Reminiscing how I couldn't scratch a cent when I was alive

I slap dimes asses harshly when they get out of line

And cram bags full of parsley when I run out of dimes

You're out of time, out of sight and out of mind

Rewinding my album's lines, tryin' to pick out ??

I don't hit the studio to waste my time

Nah, I'm a klepto in a Rolex store, I take my time

Take yours and take what's mine while I'm in the line

Spit it violent as a lion while you silent as a mime

[Verse Three:Meta4ce Omega]

I'm in this bitch back, sippin that 'yak

These bad bitches on my lap, tryin' to get at my cash

I can't give it bitch listen

Not givin' a stack to dance women

I make a livin' off of givin' that ass for cash dividends, no

I be killin' it, she's feelin' me, she's feelin' it

No she ain't concealin' it, consider who you dealin' with, oh

Yo, you know she's somethin; like a dime

I'm a pimp and that hoe's fuckin' mine, yes I'm

Better with gettin' cheddar, I'm 'mo clever than you

Lil' dude, I ain't cocky I'm just better than you

It's true, I'm just tryin' to stick dick to your girlfriend

Drink till I'm hurl, get rich 'fore the world ends

Nah, alcohol problem, I ain't got one

Cause it's only a problem when I got none

So kill that bullshit that you hollerin'

Fake shit comin' out your lips: collagen