I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit

(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup, yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
DTP's about that bomb shit
Luda

When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blast
Your flow's garbage, I throw it in the trash
I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit
Rewind the verse, make the track do a back flip
Your speakers poppin' on a handstand
They sneak dissin' niggas, throwin' little jabs like Bam Bam
But I'm a bad man, they amateurs like at Apollo
I wipe 'em off the stage like Sandman
Damn, man, what the hell you smokin' on?
It's Ludacris, I got more cheese than provolone
And the chrome is home, so I'm never home alone
And only keep friends with two X chromosomes
So I command all these rappers, put the mic down
Throw a grenade in your mouth, nigga, bite down
Because I'm back with Premo on the track
Takin' it to the essence, showin' niggas how to rap

(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup, yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
DTP's about that bomb shit
Luda

Still hungry as the day I began, I heat the booth up so much
The engineer caught a mothafuckin' tan
I'm the truth when it comes to it (true)
I hold hip-hop for hostage, since 2000, I put a gun to it
And I run through it, like a Jamaican Bolt
And every day's a vacation on Jamaican smoke
Cloud your whole block, talk shit and hear the fo' pop
One, two and it don't stop
And my delivery's invadin' your vicinity
Hennessy is my remedy, taking shots like Kennedy
And I been a G for a long time
To these streets, I'm connected like I'm online
On time for whatever
And every time an album drop, I drop BIG like Voletta
I'm ahead of the competition, they wishin' I just fade off
My career for your life, let's trade off

(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup, yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
DTP's about that bomb shit
Luda

Eight years in the game, ain't a damn thing changed (nope)
So I brought it back to one of the tracks
Of where the damn thing came
And he goin' down in history, 'cause he don't sleep
And he the first southern rapper on a Premo beat
I ate the kick and the snare, the samples always taste fine
And I shoot a hot sixteen from the baseline
I'm on point like CP3
And I'll be goin' down in rap as the MVP (word)

(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup, yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
(Here I am)
(Yup)
(I'm the man)
(Word)
DTP's about that bomb shit
Luda Writer/s: Chris Martin, Christopher Bridges
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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