[Intro]
They think in a game 7, you're not gonna get fucking eighteen points
They don't think you're gonna get eight rebounds
These guys don't know shit about me
What the fuck do they do?
Doesn't that make you wanna fucking kill them?
Doesn't that make you wanna say "Fuck you for doubting me"?

[Verse]
Uh
I got thirty-eight Percs in my pocket, I need to stop it
Rocks in my socks, cops like, "This is not you in this wallet'
Molly rock, molly rock make a college hottie body rock
Gon' get the best top of her twenties tonight, man, yeah
Meet me at the house on Hickory road top
Just bounce if you try fucking me over, I got n***as watching the roads
Tape across the mouths of your tiny little soldiers
N***as think that's snow, no, that's coke built up
I built this shit brick by brick, floor built up
Man, 7.62 bullets are like middle fingers
Bitch, I'm shooting Birds
These n***as know I'm King of the Hill
Dammit, Bobby, what's the word?
This bitch think I'm king of the pills
Runnin' plays like John Madden
Fake family, a station wagon goin' state to state
Here to Staten
Look at that shit, son, that's the Grand Canyon
I'm a damn bandit
Can't keep no companion
Some nights I breach mansions
Kick my feet up, really rap it
One time a n***a was home
I had to, MMMbop him like a damn Hanson
N***a, flip the switch
I'm in that bitch waitin' like Chris Hansen
Oh, arms crossed but look at this appointment
Like n***a, who mad son?
Crossed a lot like AND1 'til my mans with the van come
Do what you will with the fam'
'Cause we do not take no ransoms
[Outro]
My bitch thicker than yours
My guns bigger than yours
N***a, my goons bigger than yours
I talk better than you
I hustle better
I think of the dollar quicker than you
I talk better, I walk better
My shoes fit me better
I get paid more than you