[Verse 1 - Corny]
Alright, I'm giving my best wishes out to all those who oppose me
Friends stay next to me and enemies get watched closely
While I break it down with no seeds then I proceed to go roll weed
And maybe I hit the bong make it "Bubbly", call it Colby
Spur of the moment, hit a swish call me Ginobli
b**h I'm ballin, soon you'll know me
All my b**hes look like trophies
And I always keep that OG, at all times I light the foliage
Me and my a**ociates do what we thinks appropriate
Got fans becoming addicts guess I'm something like an opiate
I'm co*ky b**h, but so be it, I'm working like a Soviet
A part of me is Hungary now I'm gunnin for the Czech's
b**h, I'm a world power and now I demand respect
If I don't receive it then I'm coming for your neck
Better yet, for ya head, press your temple to a tech
Just playin, you're in luck, I don't keep a semi tucked
But if you're not a fan then your heads already f**ed
What the f**s a hook? I keep it going with the verse
If there's a beat I need a hearse, listen in and get immersed
I don't need to write it first, I can spit it unrehearsed
Numero Uno, it's my turn, looks like sh** just got reversed
You can't hate what I've been doing, I just play the cards I'm dealt
And I work my a** off, I think I need a tighter belt
Now I'm aiming for the top, it's a spot I haven't felt
But once I get it Ima stay call me Franklin Roosevelt
Because I plan to keep it going I won't stop till I'm deceased
I'm a beast from the east, get my cake up like some yeast
I've been hungry, time to feast. Prey on rappers like a preist
My drive has been increased, work forever, never cease
I said I keep it going and I promise not to slow it down
I'm the best poet now I got the best flow in town
And I'ma keep on showin out, and I'ma keep on k**in it
Some people don't get it and they say there isn't sk** in it
They just don't get why I pursue with such diligence
I tell em it's my pa**ion, you don't like it? I don't give a sh**
Unknown but yet I'm still the sh**, no buzz that's why I'm building it
Always at the studio, the only one who's still in it
Fill a cigarillo with some k**a then I'm sealin it
Dealin wit some medical, it's good for me, I'm healing b**h
Millions of fans, that's my future b**h I got ya
DMV for life, shout out Wale and Sinatra
6ix on the beat, you can all just sit and watch us
Tell stories through our songs like some mother f**in operas
That's the way it goes, lyricism resurrected
f** a paycheck kid I write to get respected
First I heard the beat then the pen and pad beckoned
Then I grabbed the mic I found my place what the f** is second?