[Verse 1: Nick Grant]

I’m the paper man, boy it’s hard to hate me with your hating ass

Flight so long take a day to land

Better call for help 9-11 with the paper tag

And money shouldn’t make the man

Sliding with the sticks in the Jason mask

Man I couldn’t even pay a bitch to glance

Now these bitches want to do me like the latest dance

Hold up, fuck those niggas get your money man they all jealous

Who you kidding boy we shining like we bald headed

Money long team strong like Carl Weathers

Niggas playing both sides like pallbearers, preach

I been straight keep it permed out

When you doing dirt they bring the worms out

Turns out niggas ain’t who they say, I’m as real as they come

Check the sperm count

I’m that nigga all these niggas overrated

My ex still want me and she want to know the latest

Let her give me top because she say I’m underrated

I’m the poster child, like a fucking Gerber baby

Spaz on rappers, bad bitch with me

Pussy so fat look like her ass on backward

Yea I’m from the bottom need a ladder to reach

Still I brought more niggas with me than a Khaled release

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]

Got to get the money, real niggas know who run it

You gone play it back because them other niggas fronting

Ducking 5-0 like I owe you half a hundred

Your team ain’t eating that’s some hard shit to stomach

Body bag flow we gone need stretchers

Checks look like we in the league we ain’t stressing

All about the head like a DMV check it

With some real bitches this the R&B section

Yea, funny how you rap niggas fell off

You ain’’t popping you’re going to have to write a tell all

She gone get that thing wet because we well off

Keep it ghetto like water on your Kellogg’s

Uh, and you should never burn bridges

Went from A to Z, I’m talking firm business

Game so cold I’m just pouring on a blizzard

Off the bullshit like Jordan on the Wizards

Yea, how you want it. A woman like a mom and you get to clone it

From where these guns spitting like a live performance

Pistol poking in my denim like I got a boner

I’m the youngest legend that you ever seen

Yea I’m from the dirty but forever clean

You niggas always saying what you never mean

Eyes glowing for the green like a Belly scene

We the realest nigga

[Verse 3: Dro]

Pockets on flubber, I just hit a broad backstage now I’m rocking the show wearing rubber

I’m truly not the others, I’m standing with the Cannons like Nick

Then I hit them with fury my brother

Fuck your opinions

My niggas got dope when the feds come we talk like minions

Flow is irreplaceable, swag untraceable

I’m hungry lets have lunch at Benihana

Ice is really rockable, niggas call me Dro Cruise because my flow mission is impossible

Still up in Pappadeaux, still eating gators and the outfit mystery

Mix now and later

Hoes in the condo, Strivers Row [?]

44 caliber bussing at your brain matter

And when its time to die I want a Hustle Gang platter

JG told me he needed me, terrific

Out rap who, be more specific

Dro holy with the flow, he’s more religious

Killing these niggas, dig more than ditches

Giving them stiches in front of these whores and bitches

Dro and Nick fury shit so tremendous

Step into my vision you better prepare for the battle

Church tabernacle yall niggas are cattle, beef