[Verse 1 - Corny]

I'm sitting back passing trees, kickin rhymes casually

Doing it all so masterfully, way passed what's being asked of me

Have to keep my fashion clean, Look fresh out of the factory

Its just the way it has to be, if not its a catastrophe

My boy riding shotgun, the bitches are in back of me

Asses seem fat to me, but I'm used to looking at flat plasma screens

Yea, we got a pack of three white bitches who all gasped to breath

After we passed the weed, welcome to the asthma team!

We got the lungs of people way beyond their eighties

Got no ifs, buts or maybes, just smoke spliffs on the daily

Fade me a contract, I'll sign it and drive off in a Mercedes

Go ape shit crazy, snort some white, not talking saline

Because I'm Bias-ed against these other rappers, they're lazy

Praying they'll make it instead of taking it with dedication

Cuz they don't have what it takes, they're all just phonies and fakes

Makin a lot of mistakes, they don't belong in this race

Probably will not finish, certainly will not win it

It isn't hype for me to say they don't belong in it

I bet they quit it and give in I give em three more minutes

I got heart and will go on like Dion's singing

It's going down like the titanic, half way through its trans-Atlantic

Bitch I see it all its like my eyesight is panoramic

Got you pussy rappers frantic, scared shitless in a panic

But your nothing compared to me so I can kind of understand it

I'm the truth, call me candid, it's about to be planet

Takin it all like a bandit, so don't take anything for granted

It's a miracle the way I've played the cards that I was handed

Managed to use every single thing I've seen to my advantage

Like a soda can that's handled by the boxer named Mohammad

I'm set to blow, I'm volcanic, say I won't? Then you can can it

And get Lost on an island in the ocean and get stranded

I kill beats with no survivors, 815, oceanic