[Intro]

I always knew one day, I would become the best rapper

I just want to thank all my fans, I dedicate this to you

I call it, "2 Milli"

[Verse 1]

I did what I wanted, niggas did what they could

A lion wouldn’t cheat, but a Tiger would

I only keep real niggas in my stable

A million-dollar chain, I’m feeling like Gucci’s label

So icy, I really don’t care

Haters green as a pool table and they twice as square

Had to cut a couple bitches, them niggas need stitches

I’m getting money out the tree, y’all niggas getting switches, yeah

Similar to Nas, I need a mic though

Chop the bread up, Tae Kwon Do

They pass me the game like Tom Brady

These rappers' chances looking slim, just like Shady

[Interlude]

Let me just take a brief intermission

I'm comin' right back at you with more bars than a motherfuckin' prison

Thank you, man, for following me

Twitter.com/souljaboytellem

Two million followers, I love all my fans, let me eat these bitches

[Verse 2]

Niggas locked behind my bars, I'm taking all prisoners

Sit back, relax, receiving my residuals

Think this song is dope, shit, wait 'til you see the visual

Please brace yourself, this shit is about to get critical

Let it be known, I got rappers on my hit list

I got so many gifts, you would swear I stole Christmas

Word to the Grinch, bitch, my style will switch quick

I knew this all along, I was waiting just to hit the kill switch

Since day one, man, your boy been the truth

Broke so many records like I’m in the glass booth

Like I’m in the glass studio, breaking all barriers

Back when Crime Mob was screamin', "Ellenwood Area"

Nigga I ain't scared of you, I never ever will be

I’m screaming "I’m the best" until these rappers kill me

Make the people feel me like the blind men do

On your girl head so much, like her favourite shampoo

I’m travelling where I want, Soulja’s vacation

My mind is so free, emancipation proclamation

I'm so hot, haters evaporatin'

Six bitches on my dick I’m elimidatin'

I'm high every Friday, just like Smokey

I’m spitting real shit, these niggas spitting Karaoke

Hit stick with the flow just like Madden

I’m so high on my carpet, feeling like Aladdin

I spit hot flames, bitch, just like a dragon

And my pants saggin', spell it backwards, niggas

Niggas get heated when they see the coupe on

I don't give a fuck, I got my Pyrex suit on

I’ma keep rapping, 'til the fans hear the best of me

Im cooking up the game, bitch, yeah I got the recipe

You ain't gotta like me, just please respect it

Hip hop is dead nigga let me resurrect it

Microphone check it, uno, dos, tres

I’ma keep spitting til they crown me the best

The rap game's a mess, let me clean it up

It's a pigsty, they're going ham, give it up

[Interlude]

Man, man, I know a lot of these niggas out here slept on me, man, you feel me

But now I'm, like, they worst nightmare and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

Hopped up out the bed, turn my swag on, man

Shit don't make no motherfuckin' sense, man

All my fans, hold your head, man, I got y'all man, it's nothin', you feel me?

Twitter.com/souljaboytellem, I'm doin' this for y'all

I broke two million, so I'm dedicatin' this to you

But at the end of the day, man, I know y'all love me, so I love y'all back

I'm the new best rapper

[Verse 3]

Flyin' down the highway, a million on the dashboard

You can't start my car up unless you got the password

I’m something like a prophecy, spit so properly

When my album drops, watch how many rappers copy me

Haters' opinions are obsolete

Don’t make pop music, so it ain’t no pop in me

And my brains a bitch, where she at when I need her?

You pack nines, I pack nine kilometers

You didn't want beef, why would you start it?

Cannons flashing like you walkin' down the red carpet

First you was nameless, now I'ma make you famous

Hit you with the stainless and leave your ass brainless

[Outro]

Best rapper