Hate it or love it, I'm the definition of it

Hate the cost to be the boss

I don't gotta prove it

Forget trying to floss

Nigga, I just gotta do it

Your mixtapes is all talk

You just gotta move it

Niggas come to me with dreams and I tell 'em to pursue it

King of the city

This ain't cocky, this a movement

So tell me there's a problem with that

We can solve it like that

Snap of a finger

I'm happy that you lingered around

Just so you cats can go a finger me out

Tell the cops I'm the one who threw a brick in your house

If I did it, hell, I did it

Take the case and admit it

Ain't a gangster ain't a banger

Just a Christian with a vision

So tell me there's a problem with that

Nigga, John Hoffa is back

In the city, just got back from NY

Me and Sez, B took over Harvard just to get fly

Am I

So braggadocios. just absorbed with myself

When all those rappers needed beats I would lend 'em my help

Pay them no mind

Cause I'm gonna fend for myself

In the end, when my fake friends turn from the wealth

I saw them heads get bigger around the same time

I saw Feds taking pictures just cause I rhyme

They want me in the box like C Murder and Sean

Cause I bring the hood a message without bringing up Nas

And I'm

What you'd call the future of rap

Martin Luther

Shroud over my shoulder and it's far from being over, nigga