Yeah, rarely deterred, rarely scared, very busy with words Ain't gotta say that I'm the best 'cause that shit is inferred Bein' this talented at anything a gift and a curse Front of the car got a R like that shit in reverse Solo 'cause I get it with the beat alone Freezin' stones, every deacon say I got some demons on Gon' be a cold day in Hell I leave my heater home Say what I want and you could put that shit on speaker phone They sleepin' on, that boy from Florida, well, to each his own This shit was brought to you by dope like Big Meech's home I had a group of brothers and my own bread, so I ain't need a loan Plus, I never went to Diddy parties So the industry execs in the game don't wan' bring me along It's cool, I'd rather be independent and rich Than covered in baby oil and desperate to get some freakin' on I got this chain by myself, so I'ma keep it on You keyboard warriors swore that you were some D-boys You never sold a pack out in Ybor You'd probably get popped for a zip of the weed Then tell the police that you'll record Somebody else to avoid touchin' the sea floor Get out my way and let me be poised This is America, bein' pussy's a free choice Give 'em hysteria, put the guns in the carrier Kill you bitches myself, call my cousin to bury ya Call my uncle for alibis, call the bank for a check Can't name a debt somebody owed me that I ain't collect Can't name a better rapper out there that I ain't respect Until I took they beats, and made a major threat Eatin' ramen at the crib like it was commissary Rappers givin' up on they dreams, that shit is kinda scary They get a podcast mic, start doin' commentary That shit is comedy to me, but ain't no Tyler Perry I guess do what you gotta do to go get the commas I ain't gon' switch my whole career, just might switch the genre Drop a couple freestyles, sit you boys down and cook Right in front you at the table like it's Benihana's Your first problem was too many baby mommas I know some rappers my sons, but, dog, I'd hate to find 'em I know some rappers with guns who still let people try 'em Can't relate, you play with me, it's gon' be people dyin' Ridin' sunk, low in the Chevy box Still keep one eye open when I sleep, like I'm Fetty Wap Turn you to spaghetti, bumpin' Tom Petty, hold my arm steady Man, they told me lighten up, but this fuckin' charm heavy, ah Yelawolf told me make you miss me, I should drop less And yes, I probably should But when it come to rappin' this good, I think I'm God's best Plus I've been hearin' this new shit and I'm not impressed I'm a mess, undiscovered talent like the Loch Ness Monster Felony arrests, so I got less sponsors The fanbase a cult, so I don't get less concerts I pull up to the show and go full-time bonkers Damn, that boy cold, it's like he came out of Yonkers But you know I'm Florida-born, I came up out the swampers Make 'em unconcious, obnoxious In every hater mouth, like a fuckin' pair of tonsils Gold on me, you know I'm royalty, but not no oil sheik The car was painted sour milk, but no one spoiled me Apparel ain't by M.I.A. but, damn, they tryna foil me Buyin' all these toys, it's therapy for that lil boy in me Name a rapper who wan' take a go at me Last one who tried checked the score and he was oh-and-three, OMG Drop him from the sky like some Boeing seats Then I resurrect him out the ground like the Lord, but he know it's me Fly as G5's, it's like there's wings on the Levi's I must be a king, should call me T.I Probably why I get so many of these damn rebuttals from princes They tryna stop the bubble, but this hustle relentless, okay This entail a kid who write his hits in braille So they could feel it even on the day they senses fail As a jit, I got in trouble 'cause I couldn't sit still Nowadays, all that movement made me plus six mill This shit trill, my girl wearin' six inch heels I did a merch drop, made six figures, this shit chill They make up stories 'bout ya 'til they find that shit get real It's all gravy 'til you find out how that biscuit feel Really, really, really, really reckless Really big where I grew up, like I'm out of Texas Really took an L, turned that shit into a Lexus Really down to punch you in the face and get arrested Real rockstar, reincarnated Presley Really make a call and get you sniped like you Wesley How you doin' hits on rappers, makin' it look sexy? I should blame that on the killers that I call my besties, besties Made a million then I reinvested Peel off on a motorcycle like I'm DMXin' Movie budget at the crib like we CMXed it My enemies' budget lookin' like somebody hexed it, ugh