[Hook]

The weak and the strong

Who got it going on?

You're dead wrong

The weak and the strong

Who got it going on?

You're dead wrong

I'll make it rain pain on your circle like a crop duster

Stole the show like a robber in a Blockbuster

To the chicken-shits and cocksuckers

Accept defeat, my CD is a sock-stuffer

Peeps don't pay attention when I make CDs

Even though I'm dope, call me Kool ADD

They need speed to see me when I slay these beats

What they mad for? Cuz they ain't elite

Smoke til it's misty, ash the jay

I'm the dealer kid, you need cash to play

Too many wack cats have been tryna rap of late

You're garbage, man, I'm taking out the trash today

Style is key, until that's locked down

You ain't fly, you're looking like Black Hawk Down

High priest, I'ma finna pack pot now

All-seeing eye, get your stash spot found

I rap hot how you hogs ever gon' step?

Roll a jay, get salad fingers, vegetable breath

I wanna power puff but no medical left

So I'm filling my cup up with Chemical X

Step with something sharp, get laid flat

I have rap down pat, you don't say jack

I want the fortune, yo, I'm tryna dip from Point

Keep a quarter in my pocket tryna flip a coin

On a quest for love to get rid of the black thoughts

Getting shot down by dimes, check the black box

Some rhymers don't realize I rap lots

One-liners go over their heads, knock their hats off

Like a gat cocked

In the hands of the Man With No Name

Flow game flame like propane

Take out a wack rapper like rice and lo mein

You're scaring birds away, because you got no brain

You got no heart, you're repping the price

Every punk with a pen's preaching weapons and vice

Your passion is purchased, my rapping is nice

You're scratching the surface cuz you're trapped under ice

I'm fly like a pigeon, die like a villain

Put you priss teens in a pristine prison

I'ma end my fifteen minutes with a big-screen finish

With your sister in Sistine sinning

I'm genocide mixed with Apocalypse Now

When I touch down I'ma be the talk of the town

I get you on your feet like you're walking around

And I'll be rocking it out like Pac in the crowd

I'm working on a mixtape to hawk in the street

Put my bars in your mouth, but not when you eat

Tongues tingle every time I talk on a beat

I'll never go pop, but I still rock and I'm sweet

The shit you talking is cheap, hate and hubris

Turn you Phantom of the Opera when you face the music

You Harvey Dent, I went harder, sent

A postcard with rent to your apartment

I thought I could help a little bit with the bills

Cuz you can't spell well and you'll never be ill

With every written

I'm clever as shit

Better marry into money or you'll never be rich

Lots of cats keep claiming

They're married to the game when

I'm clearly the best, man, I'll bury you a lame

You call a woman bitch, I call her by her name

No currency, ironic, ain't a dollar to my name

Pen verses like a wide receiver, I'm going long

Wrote a song so amateur rappers could try to flow along

The weak and the strong, who got it going on?

You're dead wrong

[Hook]

The weak and the strong

Who got it going on?

You're dead wrong

The weak and the strong

Who got it going on?

If you ain't say my name, you're dead wrong