[Verse 1: Django]

I said I'm dreamin of the day when I got all that green paper

Go to UK, got pounds like a fat teenager

I fades ‘em all like an indiscriminate stylist

Don’t give a fuck like an end-is-imminent nihilist

Three MJs came to fame

Jackson, Jordan, Mary Jane

I’ll ball like one, sell records like two

Get more green then three then bounce in my coupe

Blasting pussy niggas with these rhymes on cock

Was the best, is the best; double

Emphasis, like motherfucking incest

It was all hard work baby, fuck the luck

Coming up faster than a virgin who just got their dick sucked

No I’m not a vet

But I’m not afraid to treat a bitch

You niggas wouldn't have dope wordplay if you spelt weed on scrabble

I’m fulla good lines so you gotta expect this

I crush medulla oblongatas to leave you breathless

I’m broke, I see no green but my steelo mean

I’m tryna hit them C notes like Ceelo Green

I’m ahead of the game without walking or talking

Rap royalty rolling, call me Stephen Hawking

The dicks so good, they keep on coming back

Hittin all these holes like an NFL running back

At the line of scrimmage, tryna find the endzone

I fuck the same bitch that just put you in her friend zone

I keep it fresh, dawg like a Korean diet

All your songs sucks, and I know you thinkin its unfair

Not talkin bout the garden, when I say your fathers Mad His Son Square

My flow is so progressive, but I’ll never go commercial

Hit the mic hard like I threw it on some asphalt

Bitch gave me face like I was on bath salts

I’m attached to rap and love is the stapler

Hip hop’s my mistress and I cannot escape her

So I’m writing till I die

And the rigor mortis has me more stationary than paper

I entered this Hip Hop to kill MCs

Flows tighter than Rick Ross in skinny jeans