[Intro: O-Dash]

Yeah, hear Dash

Yo, ready to let you know

It's your boy O-Dash man, yaknahmsayin?

Y'all motherfuckers better stop sleeping out here

Nah, don't do that

You better wake the fuck up for real

Open your eyelids

Big Pooh, Nicolay

[Verse: O-Dash]

It's the League's Tracy McGrady, faggots gonna hate me (huh)

Puttin up MVP numbers, spittin 12 months this summer

Emanate, and watch cowards imitate

How I demonstrate how words supposed to penetrate

Punks mad at O cause they can't get a date - nigga wait

Give me a second to get it straight

Haters see me in pub - want my shit

See my rasta bitches and want my dick

That's a homo, that's why I don't deal with em no more

Bunch of Dr. Evils tryna steal a nigga mojo

In the safe got dough (uh huh), claim he got flow

By the fifteenth I'm like "Yo, where your dough go?"

I see, I see, in other words, you're so-so

Hate O for movin blocks of coco for dough, no?

Fast breakin the drought, fuck a T-O

Coach told me to shoot whenever in doubt

D-League got the components to be dissected

Game over, now train your style so eclectic

Comin through beneath radars, undetected

Twenty bars of perfection to be respected, nigga!