[Verse:]
Never did I think I wasn't that n***a
Couple labels said they couldn't sign a fat n***a
I went home got in the zone grabbed that pad, n***a
Now they kickin' theyself in they a**, look they calves bigger
Years later still ain't got a six pack, n***a
My fat belly still jiggles when I laugh, n***a
I coulda stayed on the block, I'm still a crack pitcher
Y'all turned away and Maybach 'fore I Ac vigor
Your wife complaining cause she want her a** bigger
I'm living life, erry night I'm like Jack Tripper
Y'all showed your a** when y'all was all in the mag' pictures
Now you're in the backround ya little ad libber
Now everybody won't be buddy buddy
Cause I stay in the light like funny looking money
n***a I'm nice like your first grade teacher
Y'all n***as' flows fishy like mermaid features
Hard not to floss when your bars got a cough
Your songs got the HIV and there's SARS on your thoughts
If me and you ever lyrically sparred then you lost
You on Earth in a lemon I'm on Mars in a Porsche
And it's a 9-11 like behind oh of course
I ball like playing Rajon Rondo in horse
My condo in New York is like an obstacle course
My hallways longer than a far throw to Morse
N.Y. what it do, I do this rhyme sh** for you
Walk around like "What's the next beat that I'm gonna chew?"
So this what I decided to do, through all the sweats
And the kicks hit this track and now I run it too
Sometimes I hear myself and I'm like damn
That's what happens when I'm in front of a mic stand?
My flow is almost as hard as my right hand
You beating me up's like a m**m saying he likes ham
Seen n***as come and go overnight fam
One hit careers, my career has a lifespan
Ever wonder what a one hit wonder is
First bat in the pros wasn't single, but he swung and missed
And every f**in' pitch they threw after that
Can't make contact, the fans scream "This batter's whack!"
When I'm up, they like "Yes, big yaowa papi!"
Cause for years I've been clutch like a Kawasaki
Point out anything you heard from me that sounded sloppy
Yeah that's right keep searching like you're out of Sake
Any time I'm in that booth you get your a** whipped
And I'mma keep on fighting like Brad Pitt
Y'all ain't got the luxury to pick if you gon' f** with me
What I spits crazy like glue so your stuck with me
So y'all can hate me or y'all can sing along
Competitions dead like a bee when its stinger's gone
[Outro:]
YAOWA! YAOWA!