(Hook)

Yo what it do son? Talk of the town, '

Osy still here, still holding it down

New York, D-Town still the best rapper around

And if you got a problem fucker come and get it with sound

(Verse 1)

I been doing this shit since you sat on Santa

Since you ain't had cable and relied on Antennas

Since your girlfriend used to watch Hannah Montana

Since the South got hot from Ludacris in Atlanta

I ain't had time to sell white or deal weed packets

This son shine daily all of y'all are my planets

And I burn baby burn like BIG's old habits

Got no time to collab with you lame ass faggots

Slam like Vince, Carter, Dwyane, Wade

My heat burnin' yall better duck to the shade

I'mma be here forever so you better behave

If you disobey get at me if you still feel brave

I'm holding all the cards while you motherfuckers folding

Broke the west like Russell and this boy still loading

Heard y'all said New York dead hope you fuck boys joking, I'mma make you all see the lights like Ellie Goulding

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Heard you young boys getting girls kikin' like soccer

While I'm out here talking dirty to your old man's daughter

While you kikin' I'mma beat it beat it like a boxer

But she still ain't shit like Phil Jackson's roster

Shit, see.. I'm a cold lil' fellow

Beat her box up like my name was Canelo

Her moans in tune like the beat of my demo

Shootin' 24/7 like Kobe and Melo

Now her mouth all white, and it feel so right

She told you you can't shoot like ya name was Dwight

Dunked in that chicky like how Jordan take flight

She the rim and I posterized you like Brandon Knight

Uh, but I still don't like the Clippers

Do the Nene at ya funeral, I'm a Wizard

Now, put that on a Wall like a clock and ticker

My ex like the ball call me Curry I don't miss her

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

Brown skin, straight hair, though this rap shit I perfect

I know the stereotype that you thought that I'd project

In this dialect you'd expect for me to reflect

Yet this 7/11 kid got white girl wet

Lick the curry I'm the chef, I shoot it like Steph

On her face deadeye fouled up call the ref

That's her man I ain't met, but I'm lickin' on her breasts

And I know it ain't right, but he shoulda never left

Shit, you could blow I'm inflating

All this hating I'm escaping, on point like I'm Payton

On my guard pump and faking, fuck complaining

I'm restraining from the silly under rating

I'm just waiting and I'm patient

Lock horns then I'm Satan, this is Taken

Hold this L I am Taken, tonight for her gaining

Cause she on her knees son and her kitty stay raining

Ask drake that's a hot line he know what I'm saying

Motherfucker cause I am

(Continued hook from verse 3)