[Verse: brandUn DeShay] My attitude is on s*ut because I could really give a f** if you like me I can't rhyme with y'all like the color of Hi-C In Roman numerals, you should give me a high-V Get it? Because "V" means five and You come to Chicago, you can see me live and If one of you n***as rap, you're going to see me laughing I don't mean to be rude because that was me two years ago Almost, y'all brag, I'll boast Y'all swag, I'll floss because swag rhymes with f*g but floss rhymes with cost I paid that to be the boss Now all my ex-girls talking about, "I dated that guy" And all the haters still talking about, "I hated that guy" I'm like the Wright brothers, dog, I created what's fly And one day, no more waiting in line I thank God for all the fans that I got But all my fans are my friends or my fam, so I'll be damned if I don't take my friends to the top Front row, friends in the box Cause in time, keep an eye on me like the hands on the clock I swear, y'all, I'm on the ball like the hands on the block And I ain't lying, but I don't stand for the nonsense I named my dick Magic, they won't stay off my Johnson Yeah, and if anybody knows Mark Ronson Tell him to hit me up with a phone call or a email Trying my best to spare these rappers like details MySpace wa*kstas, fake like Lee Nails They're spitting in the booth, but no Proof like D12 Rest in peace to him, and if you got it right, I'll do it That means I'll do it right, I felt I need to recite Or reiterate, almost quit in a fit of rage Because I don't get a lot of love on my Twitter page But I had a couple of girls in a john, Ritter-way I had to get away, dropped the trash like litter day I'm sure they'll come back to haunt me like karma But mamma, when it does, I'll get to running like Obama Then I'll get to winning like a Kenyan, fly-like opinion Make the best decision, in my opinion Money over b**hes, that's a win-win I thank 2Pac for his envisions on division Now, listen, all jokes aside I'm bringing the CC's to keep hip-hope alive Clear! [Outro: brandUn DeShay] Now, I'm gonna shut up and let y'all get the free beat You chop it, you got it Holla