[Verse 1]
Uh, Over you they will reminisce
It's been awhile since I spit like this
I'd be lying if I said that I gave a sh**
So let me get busy up in this b**h
Uh, I'm coming for what's mine
I feel sorry for you like Naomi Campbell's hairline
f** up your chest cavity, revenge is sweet, so don't push me
Or it's f** the industry like Karlie Redd's p**y
Uh, f** these wannabe Diddys
In the club flaunting their girl with her Rick Ross titties (huh)
In her face looking like Patrick Ewing at the free throw
And if you stunting, you can play Brandon Lee in The Crow
Whoa, I knows like Cyrano
That you making it through this without saying damn is a miracle
Ha, I'm so meta and I'm so better
A queen from Africa hears this and got so Soweta
[Hook]
n***a, you're a rider but ain't been riding yet
You run with more clicks than African dialects
Pull a chair, Eastwood, Unforgiven
When I draw, you can f** a Tyson like Robin Givens
Listen, no time for these dumb clowns
Nobody likes even hitchhikers give you the thumbs down
When I come around, your attitude you need to switch
You need to man up n***a and stop acting like a (b**h)
[Verse 2]
Uh, that slick talk you try to get by me
I see everything God, call me Big Brother Almighty
Your slights I don't take lightly cause if you wanna fight me
I'll stomp a n***a out and scream "GP, are you with me?"
Uh, (Stomp)
You beating me's well wishing
You'll never be on top, your girl likes me better in that position
Wa-wa-wa-wa-wait up, this rap sh** is a layup
You n***as don't pop no Cris like Kobe fighting a Knicks player
Wait you still on Cris? Your goals should be higher
Cause they'll still call you a n***a without the ghostwriter
Cause I'm a prodigy that's ready to start the fire
You AI in 2013, you should probably retire
Uh, In the game of somebodies
I'm such a nobody
Why am I nobody?
Even Your girl knows I'm a nobody
That's why she says she lays on her back for nobody
[Hook]