[Intro]
Ha
Fuck you talkin' bout?
Fuck you talkin' bout, n***a?
And I'm still the prettiest chocolate n***a alive (Baby Jesus AKA the motherfuckin' best AKA think it ain't on me?)
I'm still the best motherfuckin' rapper
And these n***as ain't really livin' what they rappin'
Chophouze on the track (Chophouze on the track)
Huh?

[Verse]
Slow me down for a couple days, but I'm back now
Everybody wanna be my friend 'cause they know I'm living what I rap now
You can tell the labels, "Add a couple million," I'm still independent, I'm the fuckin' GOAT
I still got my .40 on me in the produce section buying groceries out the fuckin' store
Yo' bitch wanna fuck with a real n***a
You ain't bout what you rappin', I think she know
You rappin' 'bout guns, you got to use it now
Make her back that ass up like I'm juvenile
Wanna know if yo' boyfriend a ho n***a
When my shit come on, he cut the music down
She probably be like, "Cut the music up"
Go make one of these fuck n***as lose it, huh
I just met a bitch on a Monday
You gon' give me that pussy on Tuesday, huh
I'ma die if I don't fuck on the first night
If she bad enough, you probably do it, huh (Yeah)
They surprised that I live what I rap (For real)
Reach inside my lil' pocket, them racks
Talk about what you don't do, that's cap (That's cap)
Don't tell me what you gon' do, I'm strapped (Boom)
What that was?
That's how I sound when I go off (Okay)
I'm stressin', I had a long day (Stress)
Got some head before I dropped your ho off (Ah)
I don't park the car, just get out
Blank Blank still the hardest shit out (Ah)
Wake up, pray to God, and dip out
They know I got the raw bitches out, yeah
[Outro]
And I'm the best motherfuckin' rapper, man, the prettiest chocolate n***a alive, man
Baby Jesus aka the motherfuckin' baby aka think it ain't on me?
You know, huh
I'm gone