[Verse 1]
Break in territories end of story
Nobody in the game in my category
Astro be the kid, we don't need Maury
Move with speed like I got something on me
Y'all cats bore me
Better move on small circle, who's you when your crew gone?
Won't stop 'till there's bread in my futon
Soup hot, you a step near lukewarm
Keep shoes on when I step on their rep
Taking time to perfect, I'll be back in a sec
Come from the home where they cracking them necks
Should be packing a tech, but that's bad for my rep
Never staged unless it's at a mic check
Might do a nice set, have your night set for a nice check
Cashier, cashier, talk to me
Ching, ching like what's goody
Back in a all black hoody
What's fashion? 30 dollar jeans, but check my passion
You Clay, I'm Cassius
I might have to celebrity death match ya
Bad chicks walk past you
Untill you claim fame and then they all attack you
Movie about broke folk, get your cash up
Before they try and cast ya
Getting buck and loving nothing unless it's getting bucks
And emcees ducking tracks, leave 'em running
Treat rhymes like dimes, I do 'em
Take spots and label them property
I do em
I can switch up and make them make bread for me
Cause I'm a player
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[Verse 2]
I be that mister contradiction if they spit you know it's fiction
I'm just living, screw a critic
They ain't live it, they won't get it
Come from roaches up in my kitchen
Now I'm on my way to them riches
Came a long from all of them evictions
Get my pay from making them listen
Open ears and open bank accounts
Trying to be worth insane amounts
These rappers is RnB, I wonder what they singing about
Yo, tell me what they thinking about
Probably how to one up their done up
I swear this summer we come up the runners of
All this, they aight, but I'm just more important
One, two, three, four when I find a flow
It's time to go school of rap we up in the honor roll
Boo crews, ice mics, the flow's nice like
A failing student on the last week of school
My grade high
Grade A specifically, I stay fly
Thats why they trying to get to me
I sweated y'all then I had an epiphany
I'm one of the greatest in rap history
No debate, you the bait better run for your life
Kill them with the flow, not a gun or a knife
Spit that crack he record with a pipe
Funky diabetic, that's according to phife
These labels label you properly, they do you
But they could never pull a stunt like that with me
Cause I'm the player, now give me my money