Only steel, only real

Niggas getting gassed off a Sony deal

I'm like Muhammad Ali, Tyson

Mayweather, Holyfield

Niggas copycats, they copy Drake

They copy Jay-Z and they copy H

These niggas sweet, toffee cakes

Running up the steps again, call it Rocky ape

You say it is what it isn't

They say they did but they didn't

If them niggas slipping, I'mma

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em

Man are left at shitty prisons

Back to money, pussy, women

Get 'em if I catch 'em slipping

Hit 'em, hit 'em, wig 'em, hig 'em- hahaha

Where's my gratitude?

I bought this whole ting, why the attitude?

Don't worry 'bout him, man'll cap him soon

And that nigga's bitch, man'll tap it too

Call it Christmas when that cracker booms

Make a big mess, turn him black and blue

I've got that Windchest, let it Shaka Zu

Sip Crevoisier mixed with apple juice

Hold on, steady, manic, ready

I don't [?]

Yes, he says he's heavy but the

Nigga's clearly dead and buried

Get me, man ain't no comedians

Man ain't Chris Rock, man ain't Eddie

Bezzy, nigga's dead and fucking

Buried, buried, buried, hahaha

Niggas gasping

He already know, just ask him

If he switch it, say "I'm just asking"

I'm just kicking back, just laughing

Ackee saltfish with plantain

My Capricorn chick just marched in

My MACcy gon' flip, just passed in

The 'matic on spit, this Dhalsim

Short chick, [?] ting

Paul Smith's, sharp ting

Splashed out, flossing

But her barking

Niggas owe it and they know it

I could eeny miny moe it

Show it, I just sit back, flow it

This is nothing, tic-tac-toe it

Grab that food and eat that knowing

That's that food that he's been growing

That's that shit that keeps it going

Have that, have that, keep that, hahaha