[Intro/Hook]
Love how all these n***as be hatin' me
I can do all things through Hennessy that strengthens me
Look
Look
Here we go

[Verse]
Yeah, this for them n***as that think they shorty 'gon ride with them
As if she ain't with me when she not with you
Think I wanna play with
But I'm not n***a
All them n***as that you roll with
Are getting rocked with you
The Don Dotta
You Ron Harper
Yeah you Rod Strickland
I'm rolling with 33 young Bulls we Scott Pippen
Let me tell it I should of been on that 17
Guess my 16's were hot enough
Now Ohana the hottest up
Dope flows, rap Medellin
And I got esco-bars for days
Left n***as in limbo with all the bars are raised
I'm the number 23 don't get Jim carried away
Fresh out of Gotham
And that Batman for problems
Ahh, Barry Bonds 'em
Young giant I got 'em
N***as never understood it was more than the music
In the basement just trying to be the rap game Confucius
All these n***as that you glorify
Swear they all useless
Wanna dance like tango that's fine I'm Frank Lucas
Shooting in broad day if he think he foolish
Gotta live long the other Dilla had lupus
Yeah, so I do it for Mr. Yancy
Flow hungry like looking up in the pantry
And ain't nothing there
Close it up and open up again
And pray something appear
But still ain't nothing there
Ain't nothing but Ramen
And this ain't nothing but rhyming
I'm firing at your idols ain't nothing but silence, uh
[Pause]

Out the womb black
Born dark, yeah
You lack drive and I'm Earnhardt
And you more Danica Patrick
When it come to the rapping, the money don't make you real n***a you can't earn heart
Model, my motto
You know Dilla just probably with a young Goddess that's got the same color as my mama's skin
Ohana man them n***as might just be my mama's kids
Get rich you little n***a you don't want no drama with
Unless you Rob Dyrdek
Mirotic with the shot
Young Bull you ain't know I rose from the concrete
I'm Hakeem, you n***a Oluwakandi
Why you find time to hate on Dilla
You need to find out where your chick at
She up in my broken down Camry bumping Riff Raff
And don't get mad
You don't wanna see this kid spazz
Put his whole mouth where his ribs at
Real life operation poke him where his limbs at
Any rapper dead or alive they can get that
Disrespectful little n***a please don't get your kids smacked
All your arms legs mismatched
Criss-crossed body bagged
Then I go dismiss that
Never ever ever been the one to prolly clown with
Relaxing with my crowns tipped and my crown sipped
King Dilla
N***a
[Hook]
Love for all these n***as be hatin' me
I can do all things through Hennessy that strengthens me
Yeah
(King Dilla)