[Intro: Chris Rock]

[Verse 1]

Ya'll be thinking the crown's a snapback, it's fitted for only one

I'm killing niggas in line, I'm feeling like Obi Wan

These rappers don't show respect, I'm feeling sorry for mom

The verses they claimin gold, when its polished its looking bronze damn

So how you run my city, if he don't get no checks

If everybody here is friends, who's the fucking best

Like where's my competition, without a pot to piss in

You niggas Oochie Wally, I'm more like It Was Written

And yea you steady dissing, but I don't say shit

Not cause I'm mature, because you ain't on my playlist

So how I can be responding to something I never heard of

You reach in to shake my hand and I'm flipping niggas the bird

And you mumble under your breath to the bitches you know I'm fucking

After she finish nutting, brings it up at discussion

No bluffing this bitch disgusting, sucks away my concussion

You let her hit while you puffing, her mouth is under construction damn

So fuck 'em all, I mean it fuck 'em all

I hit the club in my city and purposely duck 'em all

I'm tired of fake hugs and dealing with fake thugs

I'm looking forward to the fall cause I'mma rake up

I told the hostess I got my cake up

Hostess, cake, boy wake up

See I'm the greatest, I mean it I'm the greatest

I rather walk in my Chucks and then drive in something from Avis

I, I, I let the weak unfold

You niggas kiss my ass, boy cheek and hole

Yea, cause it's the honour roll, you niggas skipping class

I graduated, now you wonder why you didn't pass

I'm from the ave where half is living in the past

They saying they street but play the curb like sitting trash

And they say my name whenever my city's mentioned

And you ain't making no sense like a nigga that's found missing

Yea, I throw that heat cause I'm the pitcher

Use that zipper fo' this plot is looking thicker than that stripper

Born in Baton Rouge, stank attitude

She only fuck with me, and not no average dudes

Instead of copping chains, I got a silver Range

I named it Jason Seaver, see that's that growing pains

I can't believe she in the mall like this

Black tights, white heels looking fog-like thick

I, do not understand the discussion

My ex ? they hate me so why I'm fucking her cousin

I guess my success got her undressed

Ain't been to Roscoe's but she drink sunsets

And call me when the sun set

Let me hear that

[Interlude: Chris Rock]

[Verse 2]

No father figure

My father ain't never figured to be a father, didn't wanna be bothered

So without having a dollar, my mamma raised her a scholar

That's why I'm popping my collar, so if you with me say (holla)

Shut up you niggas be lying, why don't you go kick you a rhyme

Rather be dying from all my flaws than never be trying

You niggas sit on your couch, what the fuck that be about

All of my verses are living versions of mamma's new house, suicidal

I smoke so much lye, I seen a damn bird flying through a broken sky

I smoke so much lye, I seen a damn bird flying through a broken sky

Wish I could flap wings and fly away

To where black kings in Ghana stay

I'm talking right away

I'm anxious cause everyone I know that's patient either ain't shit or ancient

And that ain't me