The only reason he's green
And likes to crack on people is cuz he believes
Being an a**hole's gonna get him past those
Nice mat-doors, I mean door-mats, little rascals
The rap shows and tracks sold
Stack dough and contribute to his cash flow
Also, in rap I've k**ed more than Fidel Castro
Trash those wack hoes and blast more Jazz-O
I'm indie while Atlantic remains Lupe's fiasco
I got work that'll make you lean back like Fat Joe
Make American idols lose themselves like Astro
Your truth be lies, to be fly I don't need no pa**ports
You won't fast-forward me, rewind and run it back slow
When b**hes hear me, they wanna drop that a** low
You rap so wack it drags longer than watching gra** grow
And that's facts, bro