Okay, it's 'Blood, Sweat, and Tears', it'd be the realest shit I ever wrote
Never stop or giving up, the realest shit I ever quote
Look into my eyes and you can see I hustle twenty four
Twenty four, twenty four, hours grinding overdose
Money running low, the studio rebirth an animal
People want that gutter back, that's just who I do it for
Giving them that manure flow
Hot, I know, I'm trained to go
Heard them niggas dropping meat so fuck them, here's a dick to blow
Now I'm on the top of shit
Now they're showing sportsmanship
What it do and what it be, niggas on some other shit
Bitch, I'm on my own lane, only God can judge me
All you rappers rapping is equivalent to rare meat
And I am on my lion shit, starving like a food feast
Pussy niggas count me out, man I love to in-convene
Teddy P. and Mr. Hood, you can call it history
We the Best and fucking mob, we winning like we're Charlie Sheen
Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you suckers perpetrating
I've been waiting, yeah boy, I've been waiting
Heavy, humble, and patient, but still embedded with greatness
I'm a motherfucking problem, y'all still in pajamas
Sleeping on the hotness while I'm out here chasing commas
Put that on my mama, I'ma give them hell
Whether locked up in a cell, We the Best is gone prevail
Don't believe it, see and fail, I'm conceited, you can tell
Look the devil in the eye, say "I'm hotter than your hell"
And I'm rocking with my chest out, head high, hello to the bad guy
Bitch it's my time, see the diamonds in the watch now?
Don't want any handouts, fuck you niggas talking about?
See me, you salute me like a motherfucking drill scout
Stunting on you niggas watch the Beamer when it pull out
King of these streets, come and see me when you travel south