I'm from Wilmington, where the bullshit gets cut. You can tell a fake n***a from the size of his gut. I get cash, that's why I know that you mad. Try to take away my paper then I'm kicking ya asstruth a team of destruction, we might cause a corruption. Please excuse this interruption this is no introduction. I moved away from all my enemies and got myself str8. Haters gone hate how can you blame em I am self made. Self made n***a, born of greatness. Speaking highly on myself if I said it I meant it. Losing ain't a option wipe the floor with these n***as. I'm getting low im pulling up kick the door on you n***as. Metaphorically speaking just take a look at my world. Need the money money power and fame, plus a lot of girls. Set tripping coppers talking red white and blue. Killing Bloods along with crips throwing KKKs at you! Whatchu finna do, nah this ain't no interview. imma finish you in 3 minutes like an interlude. Talking bout you finna shoot, you ain't got no tool stupid fool. I'm a fresh ass n***a why they hating on the dude. My city is a town full of villains my n***a. We don't play, that's why my town the realest my n***a. I'm a product of my hood cause i'm speaking the truth. And i'm the only n***a outchea that ain't busting a deuce. Wassup. The game is in my pocket and the world is on my back. Best believe I've come to put my city on the map. Port city ENT we counting hella bucks. Competition is a must

And ion give a fuck. I heard they coming after me so imma go busting that nine cause really I ain't tryna leave. And ion give a fuck. Cause I'm on a money mission chasing all this chicken really ain't worried bout competition. Hey!

Imma Ralph Lauren rocking, fresh cherry popping, alley gang goblin! Always on go bitch! Ain't no fucking stopping, she say I am popping, yes that's why they jocking, you ain't competition. I'm always on a mission, while she cooking chicken, I beat her in the kitchen her walls end up missing. Somewhere there's no finding. I'm so fucking hot, that I got my own climate. Bitch!

And ion give a fuck. I heard they coming after me so imma go busting that nine cause really I ain't tryna leave. And ion give a fuck I'm on a money mission chasing all this chicken really ain't worried bout competition. Hey!

You rappers bars are not appealing, the way you rap. I'm not feeling like listening to BS because nonsense is all I'm fearing. Every song you have is always talking about you drilling. My bars hot because they grilling, yo bars sorry boy they really need some healing. I am so willing to make a killing. There is no competition, look at the way you living it's fake and it's fiction. I'm taking off on you bastards changing the gears on my ignition. To Hell with the fame, I wipe my ass with recognition. I could care less about the money it's not like it's my addiction. I'm on a mission I plan on counting my riches. What's the sum of addition, me plus my passion driven to ambition? I make rappers pissed off because greatness, is what I'm pissing. In this verse there's lessons to be given. So just listen to the peace of mind that's been missing. You rappers suck I'm a lyricist so Imma stick to the spitting. On you rappers I'm costing billions. I'm murdering rappers, call me the dread head villain. Now tell me, did I kill competition? Rappers make me laugh, but goofy ass mistakes got me grinning it's Port Squad baby, and we been winning. Let's get it!

And ion give a fuck. I heard they coming after me so imma go busting that nine cause really I ain't tryna leave. And ion give a fuck I'm on a money mission chasing all this chicken really ain't worried bout competition. Hey!