I step through the door and set the building on fire
I'm a kamikaze rider, you can tell by my attire
And I'm still spitting verses like a semi-automatic
And my swag is so electric all these pussies catching static
Fuck ya'll niggas, I'm way too strong
Fuck ya'll niggas, I'm in my zone
Fuck ya'll niggas if you ain't talking about money
I don't care if you think I'm right or wrong
I spit so hard, you would think I got halitosis
And I split a blunt down the middle like the red sea with Moses
December twenty first, yeah I was born on doomsday
And these rappers still be the main course on my fucking food tray
I serve these rappers up just like creme brulee
And when it comes to the bullshit, I'm like a linebacker so just don't bring it my way
Fuck you mean, I'm killing ya'll
I'm the shit motherfucker, better check ya drawls
This my show and you casting off
I'm the man getting head like a Tylenol
Fuck you mean, I ain't falling off
If I was with Nicki then I'd be falling in
Take my friend, slap it on her butt
Beat it up, and then take it out and do it again
So versatile, I swear I kill anybody song
You love strippers and I love money, that's why I am on the throne
No, that's not a diss, just read between the lines
Ain't nobody fucking with me, bitch I'm in prime
We are not the same, I'm a martian, yeah a motherfucking alien
My gun is darker than the night, and it's quick to spray you thin
They said rap was dead, well I guess it need some saving then
I get so deep up in that pussy 'til I feel it caving in
Two guns on my waist, just like Two-Face
One black, one white, but neither ever leave a trace
And it's all too clear, I'm the best at this rapping
And this is not a movie so why you niggas acting
I come through with them twin guns
And kill you and the nigga you was born with
That chopper on my lap will have ya head in the air like a coin flip
And if they ask me what I'm doing, I'm Tony Stark swagging
On my Hugh Hef. shit, I keep more bitches than a pageant
Bitch, I'm still the best, I spit flames like a dragon
Hip-Hop is my hoe, and right now I'm set to cash in
A couple thou. for a verse ain't shit to a boss
I pay the cost, and then I floss
I'm the man in the front, you're in the man in the back
In other words, I won, you loss
Just go and check the scoreboard
I wipe 'em with the floor, sure
Explosive like some nitrogen, I might lose my composure
Fresher than a motherfucker, catch me rocking TrukFit
Got yo bitch on her knees giving me them duck lips