Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em) Listen close, nigga, yeah
Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch Since I was born to touch the mic The first time it's been a problem Your life was a mistake Your pops should've wore a condom You niggas think you hard I think you better come harder (Go hard) I leave rappers confused like will.i.am barber Ah, fuckin' with Luda's not a great look A verse'll make your fans unfriend you on Facebook Click, my styles are goin' into labor So if stars won a war, I made daddy like Darth Vader And since I'm always high, it's kind of hard to overlook me For over a hundred stacks, it's kind of hard to overbook me And a whole 'nother house for my cars is on my checklist Cause to fit 'em in one garage is like a nigga playin' Tetris But they say patience is a virtue Cause I got your bitch stayin' out way past her curfew Guess I was a thief that got away with these words Slangin' chickens out my whip like I been playin' Angry Birds In a black Rolls Royce, Dark Knight like Batman Everywhere you turn, the Ghost follows like Pac-Man And I sleep with the John Dillinger And always keep an eye half-open like Forest Whitaker No, you boys ain't ready for combat Be more worried if I renew my Def Jam contract What path is he on? Opponents, I laugh and be gone They handin' in the towels like they work in Bed, Bath & Beyond But in the midst of all the melee Y'all niggas just bitches with dicks like Sheneneh Your rap styles are phony, your lines are just dead And I be on them lines like a nigga just played Guess I'm tryin' to say I'm advanced, you intermediate You wouldn't know the real me if your bitch Wikipedia'd it Just know that I never tried to be hard Probably cause Mr. Glock 40's my security guard You'll get chopped like judo Gangs in my hood make you reverse And change your color like the block's playin' Uno And, yes, some of my friends is still sellin' them drugs But I just say they Weight Watchers like Jennifer Hud They show me love That's why I'll always stay reppin' until the death of me Rappers talk shit, but ain't nobody ever stepped to me I hereby command all my fans' to inject it Overdose on Red Bull in your veins if you ever slept on me Yeah, my mind is sharper than a guillotine All the knives extended from the knuckles of Wolverine Not a X-Man, but, man, I got that X I'm on my hardest, switch labels, but I still get a cheque The more albums they sell, the more we all win And I can be seen in thirty rocks like Alec Baldwin Or watchin' CBS in a Cadillac DTS I plan to reach the world, man, your plan is MetroPCS I changed my music up cause I was gettin' bored You may not like the way I shoot, but my points go on the board My name still engrained and these books will be the outcome And this one verse is harder than a lot of niggas' albums
Peace, fuck out of here, rewind that shit Ha-ha-ha, Luda, ain't shit changed
Writer/s: Christopher Brian Bridges, Christopher Brown, John Groover, Larrance Dopson, Michael Cox
Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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