Hot Spitta be on point game tight Might see me in five different cars in the same night Me and Maine came through on the same flight Hooked up with that nigga Wayne I been living a changed life I don't never wear the same thing twice Because I'm paid like my car note, straight out Fuck around Imma be there with them K's out All my guns got numbers and letters That's M-A-C 11, A-K 4-7, might hit you up with that A-R 15 Might shave my head and change my name to Mr. Clean Yea, that's cause my style got no flaws I got your girl at my house with no draws And on my feet there's lightning bolts and stars That's Bape motherfuckers, for you late motherfuckers Blow your candles out your cake, motherfucker Okay I talk it cause I did it Walk it cause I live it You depending on rap your money shorter than midgets You got Bushwick Bills, I push snips still Cause I ain't go platinum yet but I live like it And I ain't related to Roy Jones but I fight like it And I ain't the best in the game yet but I write like it See you can hate all you want but your bitch like it Put my mixtape on and watch her twerk and get excited Forget that, bitch I'm tryna chill with Ashanti And maybe get Beyonce to be my first fiancé Me go gold when I drop, nigga is you kidding me? Even cats with no arms is still feeling me In the hood I get treated like I'm a Kennedy See hustling is the sin of me, but fiends need the remedy In elementary, most likely for penitentiary Now the top 10 out the drop, you gotta mention me I got a million in my safe and the bank got more for me Cash Money Young Money never ever know money Head chest toes for me Red mess, so bloody Great .44 bust and lead left nobody What it is, let a nigga hold something Make a nigga take it from ya ass like you owe something Eagle Street, 17th Ward, Hollygrove youngin' Find me in the bakery bitch, I know that dough coming I got a load in the washer throw some bleach on it One dick five bitches and they each on it Straight face all lip no teeth on it Mama ride straight dick no seats on me MVP from the streets with the beats on 'em Young Wayne untamed no leash homie Infected flow I spit that yeast on 'em Birdman Jr. fly away like geese on 'em, gone