[Verse 1: Ro Spit]

Check, yeah, the track got hot once I got on

I wear my heart on my sleeve Comme Des Garcons

I know I’m the shit, my French Pardon

A king in the booth I get my troops march on

We outta here, bars drop ya thinkin’ I’m a enigma

Cause I been had swag back when it was charisma

You know I’m a champ by how I’m raisin' my fist to

Not be number one I couldn’t live with that stigma

I figure, I was at the top and I’ll never slump

Neva pump fake nigga I’d rather dunk

You feelin’ good about yourself go head bet a hun

I take ya girl then ya pride, then the cheddar come

You’ve neva won and ain’t dreamed about ever winnin'

Second place the highest place that you ever been in

I do whatever for the cheese, I’m forever grinnin’

This verse amazing and it couldn’t a had a better endin’

[Verse 2: CurT@!n$]

Curtains, I’m the best at it, number one

With the flow, KRS at it

And I’m handin’ out L’s like Nike I’m a chess addict

You try to battle but you lost like a Meth addict

I’m like Meth at it, I’m the fuckin’ man

I done ran them all like Cunningham

No gun in hand, but these warning shots

Try to diss me, then I’m on your block

You lookin’ shocked, like we done fucked up now

I stay in the cypher like puff, puff, pass

No Spliff, but I’m a star like Busta man

Already said it once, but I’m gone tell ‘em again

I’m number one, uno, no dos

I’m like an atheist I got no hope

For your week raps, you can keep that

I got the game all Twisted like Keith Sweat

[Verse 3: Big Sean]

What you know about, being the best at

Any place you reside or rest at

Used to have to check back, now I hand back checks

And can’t remember the last time I seen flat chests

Out of town luggage lookin’ like a chess match, Louis

Or a tournament, chain look like a ornament

Me and your bitch fornicate and she ain’t on no foreign shit

But I hit her from behind and leave a wet back

And then I pass out

Then I took ya girlfriend & turn her to my mascot

Hometown hero but I never pull my mask out

Bet the crowd love me love me like I hit the last shot

Sometime your first shot, can be your last shot

So see what I do when the ball get’s passed out

Yep, but everybody call me Big

Go hard or go home, so I don’t ever see the crib, bitch

[Verse 4: Bun B]

Say, I’m bout to handle my business, who is this

The Big Dawg of the South, don’t forget this

Now sit back and bear witness like LeBron

To the King, AKA boss I’m so the Don

All that, been that, now I’m ahead

On some other shit tryinna get my hands on my bread and don’t

Let it be said that I do not run it, run it

I bet you what you tried to do, I done done it

Ridin’ foreign cars, doin’ foreign shows

Makin’ foreign money, fuckin’ foreign hoes

Held down VIP and popped bottles

Made it rain up in the club and knocked models

Later for that mane, it’s all in the rear view

I got my eyes on the prize in the clear view

Ya gunnin’ for the top spot and yeah I hear you

But me I ain’t three and I’m nowhere near two

So looka here dude