[Intro]
Yea yea yea bout dat
Yea yea yea bout dat
Yea
And I'm bout dat said I'm bout dat
And I'm bout dat said I'm bout dat
And I'm bout dat and I'm bout dat
And I be like
[Verse 1: Propr Lee]
This is my sh** and I shall rip it like this
And if I do not jingle my mother f**ing zipper
Then please don't give me no lip
Boy I'm gonna grind like a broke stick shift
And I'm all about mine until in a G6
n***a gonna shine cus I handle my biz
My money is time that is how I live
Boy I'm bout that
And I am where the South's at
I just keep it snapping like a mouse trap
Lay a b**h down like a house mat
Fall inside the p**y then I bounce back
Announce that I'm out here
High as f** gone light years
Came from the bottom they don't fight fair
sh**ting on these n***as need a diaper
And this is my sh** and I shall rip it like this
Rapping like I want a maserati a ducati in my lobby
And some brand new diamonds on my wrist
Brand new b**h she want diamonds in her lip
I want diamonds in my chain so I hop inside the whip
Walk inside the plane then I step inside the crib
Jump inside the booth then I show how I live
Cus I'm that nice
I'm hot like a crack pipe
And she just turn my sack to bag pipe
Made me resurrect on the third day
Had a n***a feeling like the black Christ
Baptized pure n***a
If you think you sick I'm the cure n***a
Talking all that sh** I just ignore n***as
I ain't worried boy I'm working on the tour n***a
[Hook: Propr Lee]
And this is my sh** and I shall rip it like this
And if I do not, and if I do not
Naw n***a doubt that
And this is my sh** and I shall rip it like this
And if I do not, and if I do not
Naw n***a doubt that
Yea
Cus I been going hard like a motherf**er
Yea
And I been going hard like a motherf**er
[Verse 2: Propr Lee]
Rap music's new saint
I act like the black mans Bruce Wayne
k**ing every mother adversary
sh**ting on whoever in my nuke range
And y'all n***as loose change
So I don't give a f** about your two cents
Conversation don't produce revenue
Then you gonna have to find you some new friends
Bye
I'm tying up the loose ends
And you are mot apart of my current agenda
p**y a** n***as think he f**ing special
I probably need to tell him I ain't sentimental
I probably need to send a message
Cus these n***as here probably didn't get the memo
Propr lee is all up in this mother f**er
Winning in this b**h and I'm been thinking I deserve a metal
Thinking I deserve a crown
Maybe I'm a co*ky f**
Heart cold like an ice ring
Words smooth like a hockey puck
And you n***as not enough
Got them hoes rocking to my new sh**
Boys over there all stressed out
I be like a Buddhist on a cruise ship
I be like a walking revolution got Mandela in my art work
Boy you wanna see how you do me
First you have to figure how my heart works
I work like a damn slave
But I walk I own the sh**
Higher than a mother f**er
Reporting to the mother ship
[Hook: Propr Lee]
And this is my sh** and I shall rip it like this
And if I do not, and if I do not
Naw n***a doubt that
And this is my sh** and I shall rip it like this
And if I do not, and if I do not
Naw n***a doubt that
Yea
Cus I been going hard like a motherf**er
Yea
And I been going hard like a motherf**er