Yeah! These ni**as got me f**ked up, too, ni**aYou know what I’m saying?Let’s go!These ni**as sleeping on the waveThey ain’t feeling me (okay)His baby momma and baeThey both into me (okay)Ay f**k the fameI’m way too player for the industry (uh-huh)Aye f**k these lamesI’m way too player to let them get to meLet’s go!I’m one to one out hereAin’t none of these ni**as cut like me (uh-huh)I keep this s**t in the familyAnd none of these ni**as cut like us (cut like us)I built this s**t from nothingCan’t none of these ni**as f**k with me (yeah)They seeing I dropped my nuts out here (yeah)They want me to pick my nuts back up (nah)These ni**as scared of another alpha maleI don’t feel why all (I don’t feel)Even if I’m the brokest ni**a in the roomI’m still a big dawg (rr)Bi**h-ass ni**as out here hiding behind their status‘cuz that’s the only thing they got leftIf it wasn’t for that, the world wouldn’t feel why allYeah, I see through you ni**asThese stupid-ass ni**as forgot I got plenty senseThink they can just rap on songs and shoot at ni**as (ah)All of why all some foolish ni**asTell me how the f**k it feel to followBehind a following ass ni**a on a computer, ni**aAll of why all some sheep-ass ni**as, these ni**as gullibleDon’t mind you, know I don’t f**k with youIf I don’t f**k with you (uh-huh)Remind me to keep it real and be myself‘cuz all these other ni**as need helpI got this rap s**t in a brown bag like a lunchableNi**a, f**k with meYeah, f**k with him, ni**aThey can’t f**k with me, you know what I’m saying?
I’ma just gone leave that one right thereThat’s just dead on thatYou know what I’m sayin’?I ain’t gonna give too much of this pimping away for free nowYou know what I’m sayin’?I just feel like, you knowWhen situations like this present themselves, manAnd people try to, you know, assassinate your character, manAnd assassinate who you are, manAnd everything you put that hard work in for, manSometimes you gotta demonstrateYou know, that’s how I came hereAnd I don’t mind demonstratingI don’t mind exercising, you dig what I’m saying?I should start rapping againLike this right here, like, check this out, lookI don’t need your flowers, ni**a, I grew my ownI own a nine-acre estate and a f**king mansionNi**a, I’m cool at homeI don’t want your bi**h, my ni**a, I’m cool with minesShe got that surgery tryna turn herself to a quarterBut I’m cool with dimesI don’t wanna be like why all ni**as, I’m cool with meI knew I was that ni**a beforeI had all these millions, cars and jewelryThese ni**as ain’t fooling meIt ain’t no f**king way they will stand on ten toesAnd never fold ni**a, if you was meAnd I stand on that, ni**aYeah, that’s mothaf**king facts, ni**aIt’s only one of me, ni**a, it’s only one of himBaby jesus a-k-a dababy, ni**as ain’t cut like me (huh?)Believe that, ni**as is not cut like me (yeah)And I can do this s**t in my muhf**king sleepI can do this s**t when I want, man, you knowSometimes you just gotta demonstrate, yeahYeah, I’ma take whatever come with this s**tYou know what I’m saying? (let’s go)I’ma stand on that too, I’ma step on youNew album on the motherf**king wayThat bi**h already doneI’m gon’-I’m gon step on s**tDon’t play with me, go