[Intro]

G-H-E-T

G-H-E-T

G-H-E-T

G-H-E-T

G-H-E-T

G-H-E-T

G-H-E-T

G-H-E double T and O

[Verse 1]

Mic check, take it to the next step

I be on the next step

I'm so ahead of the rest, I can't get left

Word on the net, "Ghetto's alright but he ain't effect, yet"

I'm in a different league, I'm separate

Wake up, write bars, fuck breakfast

Yeah, your bars can be endless

But I'll merk you in a rave with 8, no reference

Yeah

I read my whole sentence

Writing bars that are so uncensored

Then I came in the game through the wrong entrance

Looking to get rich without no tensions

Still, doing a move is so tempting

But, I'm spitting on tunes, my whole ends sing

I do no pretending

And when I get in the booth, you know, head spin

I'm telling the truth with no threat, king

I'll put your men in the root and throw pest in

Ghetto was a venomous, suits, I don't test them

Them boys sending for who? But best win

I'm about getting the loot, no less than

Then I start kettle like dudes that own Def Jam

None of you fellas can do to go against man

And it's strictly metal and boots to go against man

[Verse 2]

Mic check, take it to the next level

I be on the next level

He's alright but he ain't on Ghetts' level

And you rose like a red petal

Run up your mouth and get fed metal

I'm blowing up CB4

My niggas in the hood wanna see me poor

Bad mic, [?] have time to grab shines

Screw face, wanna see me, I'm too [?]

Now cave through, they're gonna see me and [?]

You might've seen me on streets, tour

I know she saw

Because I got the phone call around 3/4

She said she can't believe what she saw

I was like [?], is this the same girl that [?] beef for

Before, she sent me seen me in a blacked out C4

Got more girls than shells in the sea shore

[Verse 3]

Mic check, take it to the next stage

I be on the next stage

Already running the race, I still wanna start in line

On your marks, get, set, go

I bet half your bars don't get no

Apart from start, that's it

To [?], just quit

War, that means Nasty [?] get flip mode

So I can't be asked to be peaceful

I'd rather target a star that's equal

Get me? No, I don't

I was writing the bars in preschool

Now I write bars for your people

Never write bars that are feeble

I'm way too advanced, they be [?]

I know you're a rask, what he thought

Talk is cheap but you're the master of shit talk

If you don't want drama then keep cool

Because I keep tools that I will use

I will stab, I will shoot

I'll kill dads, I'll kill youts

I'm real [?], not a [?]

I'm put in work in my CD

Niggas only kept you around to build troops

I'm a real brute, I'm a soldier

Without the steal boots, I'ma merk

Because on my own, I can kill groups

And I'm J to my family, Ghetto's an MC

And [?]'s a guy who steals coupes

Three niggas in one, that's real loops

Weird nigga that buns, that's real food

Fake niggas that comes, give me real loot

Real loot, that's what I want, yeah?

Real dough

[Verse 4]

So, take no day

Know that I take dough

From niggas that front like

"Ghetto ain't known to be in the main road"

Even when there isn't, it ain't cold

We're niggas that are ready to break bones

No, we don't live in the same song

I'm on my way home

But only to change clothes

Niggas shot to the cab by the payphone

In a red top, looking like he weighs eight stones

Two pound short again

I told you, don't be short again

Because you don't know what I'm put into make pro

But I'll bligh you because you brought a friend

The less I stack, the more I spend

So, I spend less and stack more than then

So, if I get caught and then

Land road in a year, I ain't poor again