[Verse 1: Leezy Soprano]
Let me put it in perspective, they tell me n***as talking
But my hearing is selective
Lane switch main b**h appearing in my section
Your album never touched? What you're fearing is rejection
I guess when you're in competition with a boss
You're left in the dust what you're smelling is exhaust
Self paid wasn't afraid to take a loss
It just gave birth to my ambition I'm taking off
And I show you how to do this son
Name ring bells so the students come
Two feet planted in the newest ones, and the "Y" means young for the clueless ones
It's like n***as wanna claim my turf
I'm still your father, though I missed your birth
My sh** go harder I take your CD's
Seeing who can throw farther, let your b**h go first
It's the k**er and you ain't on sh**
Putting b**hes on a plane just to feed them long dick
I never heard your name, never seen a song spit
Be them n***as wanting fame we don't get along with
It's the life boy
[Hook]
There when the champagne pouring (that möet)
But gone when the check comes, that ain't love
Smiling all up in my face
Talking about me till the next one, that ain't love
That ain't love, that ain't motherf**ing love
That ain't love, that ain't love, that ain't motherf**ing love [x3]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Spend a day with the money and the power
Me I'm both them, money and the power
Push your tongue key, that's money with the powder
Inspired by them n***as and in benzs out front Howard
Tell me what you know about it
If the watch don't say it, then the chain shouts it
If seeing is believing, then you'll never doubt it
Its all hip-hop you don't gotta count it
Follow my lead past the velvet rope
Standing on tables rose in a choke
Hot summer nights blowing through a couple grands
VIP section with the world in my hands, let's go
[Hook]
There when the champagne pouring
But gone when the check comes, that ain't love
Smiling all up in my face
Talking about me till the next one, that ain't love
That ain't love, that ain't motherf**ing love
That ain't love, that ain't love, that ain't motherf**ing love [x3]
[Verse 3: Raz Simone]
Sir Mix a lot ain't done sh** for me
Ain't no famous rappers out here making sh** for the streets
My n***as on the corner with the Crips and G's
While these friendly a** rappers s**ing dick for free
Who the f** you b**hes thinking that you gonna try
Like a record I be playing in on both sides
You say you caught a body n***a don't lie
I don't see a k**er when I look in those eyes
Not a lot of people in my city I respect
Everybody's worried about being politically correct
Or which rapper is about to get next
So they can take their surfboard out and ride that wave until it connects
And I ain't really with all of that f** sh**
I'mma minute man n***a, cause I bust quick
I'm in the nights up in the trenches when feds is in my biz
Well I'm gonna confront the camera
Cause they won't quit taking my picture
And I'm ready for the war, cause its go time
Whats a tweet to a gorilla with a four-five
There's a couple weird things that I don't mind
But a fake rapper isn't one of those kinds
You can sense the acts, they want me to hit the brakes
I agree that switching pace is needed to get in place
But a tortoise against a plane isn't gonna win the race
Put the tortoise shell in my shotgun and that hare on my dinner plate