The Start

They be sayin' "best rapper alive", who?

Kells, who you wanna know?

I chop them motherfuckers down, they fallin' like Geronimo

Haters wanna holler though, hoes need to stop it

I will hit a bitch and pass her 'round the room like a Bop It

Back to the topic, uhh I think forgot it

Fuck it, I love talking 'bout my dick and how these riders jock it

Fuck him, fuck him, she's cool, fuck you

And if someone got a hater I'mma show 'em what to do

Make sure you puttin four fingers down, keep one up

Say if you ain't talkin bout no money please shut up

Me, I'm on the come up, I don't know what you bout

One million, two million, let me know how you count

Yeah, nominated youngin' of the year

I "red rover, red rover bring the money over here"

Steer, make sure I remain in my lane

But that's symbolic cause I'm really on a plane

And I red rover, that's ironic because I don't play no games

I don't pass the rock like Jay, I ain't fuckin' with you dames

Only like what gets me paid, I ain't fuckin with you lames

Already pale, where's the raise? I ain't fuckin with the shame

I want the limelight, and the lime slice in my drink

Chain and whip without the slave, and the bitch that stays paid

At the bar buying shots, cherry bombs and grenades

Cause I go hard, you can carve it on my grave

Now wassup man I crave, travel side, first block, where you stay?

All my people back at Shaker and my partners down the way

Uptown to the Heights, St Clair to E.C

An anywhere on the eastside you're liable to see me

Boy I'm about to make a milli, but this not the C3

This 100 Words and Running, I am not Lil Weezy

I am daddy to these hoes, fuck a lil pee pee

So if it's you, or me, your girl make a choice, easy

Uh, I'm spittin like I got my braces in, so much saliva my lower lip that I can't take it in

So I gotta hawk it up, spit it on the microphone

Family say I need rehab cause I can't leave the mic alone

And for that I'm guilty, but until they kill me

I'll be nasty in the sense that on this record I'll be filthy

Not literally, I'm bacteria free, the flow is ill so

Vaccinations given couldn't kill my skill

"Chill, chill" how you gon tell me to chill doe?

When I'm hot and being slept on like a pillow

Better wake yo ass up when I'm on these instrumentals

I'm the reason half of these rappers wives turn into widows

The type of shit I been on, no toilet to sit on

Need my quarterback even though I'm sittin in the endzone

Filling all my rillos with the leaves off a willow

And that's how I get down - straight up like a dildo, gone