I fuck with niggaz that murder They do the type of shit you ain't heard of Divide a nigga clique with the burner It's all about ahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah I'm like Socrates So to assume is to make an ass out of you fast after you drop to me Look at the word, that's a suit, that's what you would do Choo-choo train handguns, do your crew I squeeze while I'm lookin at you Cause you made a mistake like my nigga Crooked I's tattoo I'm the answer - you niggaz is candy Ya heart pump blood yet smell like a Jolly Rancher While I'm lampin in my mansion with my private dancer My man's outside of your house, my hired campers I ain't the hardest nigga in the world All I know is if you love me and know me you know I Yup, you know I fucks with them niggaz that murder They trigger finger's itchy when they grippin them burners I am not a 9-to-5'er, I don't sit with them workers Nigga I was flippin work while you was flippin them burgers But I used to work in offices, now I'm the president I'm where the Oval Office is but I don't roll with officers I roll with loaded cartidges, don't know what law enforcement is I know, I was marvelous, the road is like an orphanage I blow and explode because I'm the arsonist, unloadin where the target is I throw, gang signs when I pose for photographers You don't know what the motto is, it's death before dishonor Black Hand President, I's elected before Obama I'da ran Yeah (yeah) Black Hand (Black Hand) M.I.C. Records, Gracie Prod' Y'all know what it is nigga It's Mr. Porter, from here on out