Got this [?] I can't tell the price Y'all some walkin' gimmicks, I can't do songs with Vanilla Ice Keep it to myself so I just think it, I don't tell advice And that jewelry fake as fuck, you broke and can't even sell the ice Get that deposit back, y'all won't hear a word from me But I still get you hollered at, hate the way these rappers don't be sayin' shit But I'm proud to rap, I see where y'all cowards at Went through my lil twisted fantasy then got my power back Smoke on that sour pack, they was sleepin' on me, that's a power nap I woke up, got mo' head than twenty shower caps Y'all need controversy, did two million just off how I rap Plenty blessings fallin' down in our lap I'm the same kid ridin' in the Bugatti down Biscayne with Birdman Could've stayed in the trap, but it don't make as much as these words can Every time a rapper diss me, gotta look 'em up 'cause I ain't heard of them I can tell it's all gimmicks, if it wasn't that, homie, I'd murder them On the skreet blocks, shooters up in treetops That pussy beatbox, bought her some new Reeboks All my money legit but I'm still nervous when I see cops New Rolex for all them times that I was on police watch Got this [?] I can't tell the price Y'all some walkin' gimmicks, I can't do songs with Vanilla Ice Keep it to myself so I just think it, I don't tell advice And that jewelry fake as fuck, you broke and can't even sell the ice