White dude, balling in that goodwill, yah feel?
Sipping on a Slurpee, sitting high on them four wheels
Swag triple X, no s**, just fat
Wondering why Rick Ross ain't brought 2Pac back
Rolling with the Basement Disciples, that's the crew
Rapping in a mic just to eat, drive thru
I guess that's why I'm fly like Marty McDouble
If you hating on my team, you must be looking for trouble
You say you after bread, you after burnt toast
Looking stupid ridiculous, Channel West Coast
You wanna throw hands, but you only got two
And if you got bands, why ain't they dancing for you?
You blazed once at a party, bought a poster of Bob Marley
And now your Hashtag Jetlife, shut up, you're retarded
I been swaggin' since 92', on Pokemon, poking you
On Facebook, like remember when this used to be cool?
Bear claw necklace, Dirk on my chest
Step back, fade away, three point, yes
Balling on the playground where we all jump
On 7 foot rims, pretending to slam dunk
In a gla** a milk, 2 Oreos, at the same time
Double stuffed weighing in at 295
Fat Joe leaned back, so you no see crack
Pants on my waist, like lets bring this back
Snapbacks on lock, tracks be ice cold
Smooth like bu*ter, frying haters, Paula Dean Flo
Pencil broke in the middle so i lost my point
Hit you with the elbow, so you can feel this joint
Haters getting flakier than the dandruff on my shoulders
Brush em off the same, just another day older
Living, I wake up and I'm on my grind
While you buys catching up, I'm already shining!