[Verse 1]
Trade my b**h in for a new b**h, call that sh** NASDAQ
Gone be everywhere in life, cept for a casket
Alliterating on these n***as cause I flow fantastic
Man I'm real and these phony b**hes plastic
Don't imitate my sh** cause you could neva match it
I ball hard despite all the odds, you can call me magic
My flow so fast and crazy, this sh** is rapid and rabid
And I got a bad b**h, yeah I got a bad chick
Everytime she call though, I make her think there's static
And yeah I'm ecstatic, when I get up on the track
Spit fire flames you'd think I lit a match
When in my fact, my flows so fast, it just causes friction
These rappers claim they sick I'm just writing the prescription
Cause I'm the f**ing doctor, and I'm on a mission
To operate on the game, and revive that sh**
Man I got ill flows and they ain't about my b**h
Cause my thoughts extend beyond mackin b**hes and gettin green
Fifteen and I'm brown, spittin sh** you ain't neva seen
I got so many metaphors, you would think that I was wayne
My flow is just so crazy, man this sh** just can't be tamed
Insane, f**ing crazy, outta brooklyn just like jay z
But now I'm livin in long island, from a honda to mercedes
Maybe, you ain't meant for this game
Yes I'm a rapper but I am not the same
I'm unique, you antique
You just spit I got technique
I'm elite, I got you beat, man you just defeat
My paper gone be tall your paper gone be petite
On me, n***as sleep, well rather n***as slept
They ain't listen to my sh**, cause they ain't consider me a threat
I'mma beast I'mma beast, someone let me off my leash
I'mma father to the game, and these rappers are my niece
Then they listen to my sh** and I got em on they knees begging "please!"
[Bridge]
Don't even try to diss me
Cause dude, yo girl, she tried to kiss me
Man than you I am better
And believe I got yo chick wetter
[Verse 2]
I hop up on the track like I hopped up on yo mom
Stick my dick into the beat now we f**in to the song
That ain't even make sense but in my head it did
But my head is so f**ed up, every thought is a sin
Betta call yo next of kin, cause I'm bout to f**ing k** ya
It's only some time before I be rollin in da millions
k** them, all but I ain't odd future
Listening to my ryhmes puts these n***as in a stupor
Man I'm the best of my age and that ain't finna change
My music gone spread like the black plague