[Verse 1]
What it is? Wassup?
You won't catch a n***a in a club
Mothafucka what it is? Wassup?
I'm not that type of n***a spending money in a pub
While your n***as jerk off, I'll be workin' harder than a *gasp*
They ain't never seen that type of power, I'm the fathership
All I see is n***as still debating bout how much they real
While their realness got the level of Pamela's wig
Oh, man I got the chakra they can't never see
I'm just charging all this shit, striking and make sure they feelin' it, feelin' it
Wash the competition's like a fantasy
Got my mouth loaded, pop pop, fire, pop pop, we killin' it, killin' it
Crooked smile to the fake friends
Only low thing I'm fuckin with is basses, boy I'm flyin' like an airplane
Rap game? Nah you know a n***a ain't playin'
I got a brain that doesn't even fit the headband

[Hook 1]
Young n***a with a attitude
Rumors on my person, I think that I had a few
Medals on the way, winnings yeah I had it too
When I'm in the front n***a, they just going back like two-step
Going back like two-step
So mighty like I'm Bruce, yeah
God got my back, if you ain't with us, you against us, no effort, no effort yeah
[Verse 2]
Speaker check, get it
Imma hurt these n***as like a finger break, man I'm gonna...
(Okay hold up, we ain't got no time for a second verse or something like that, give us the hook and the best outro ever, let's get em, yup!)

[Hook 2]
I think I told you I'm a n***a with a attitude
Rumors on my person, I think that I had a few
Medals on the way, winnings yeah I had it too
When I'm in the front, n***a they just going back like two-step
Going back like two-step
So mighty like I'm Bruce, yeah
God got my back, if you ain't with us, you against us, no effort, fuck with us yuh!

[Verse 3]
Mic check-check-check
Your n***as basic like a black backpack
N***as fallin' for a cake (sheesh)
N***as askin' for a break
My brain an estate, they wanna do it for pussy, but i just do it for my sake
I don't wanna have blood on my hands, don't make me do it!
J'suis vite on like my name was Louis
By the way it's Vuitton (IXI), I'm sick of your n***as
I'm talkin' truth, they got that Iggy tongue, man I mean...
I see you showin' off mon ami, not my business
How can you show me your talent if it is non-existent?
They say I can't be stronger, I work for more or more
Louder than a 808, your n***as just 404
We can see you under pressure, all my thoughts are controversial like my conscious name was Sacha, you can bring it back
I ain't fuckin' with yo fashion, know my future, know my picture, know my caption
I took the best, you kept shit
Now I'm just here praying for my people
Praying that I'll be alive to see the fuckin' sequel
Cause everybody tellin' I'm a crazy individual...