I been running this, g, since I was ten years old You can't even do sh** because you ain't got no flow As you get washed out I'll be writing all these tracks Who taught you how to rap because you sound like crap Said I'm disrespecting women but you disrespecting chinks Mocking my language boy, before you speak, you should think You can't say Dam Son because you aren't the actual me More than one thousand tweets, I'm more famous than you'll ever be I stole the teahouse records before I came to Windy City You put on crappy clothes just tryna look pretty Get on my level, boy, I made this beat by myself Just go back to your shabby home and get some serious help I got a full squad and we mobbing in the hood When I spit bars I'll burn you like a piece of wood Your fame is getting smaller while my fame is getting bigger Just like Timberlake said, go and cry yourself a river, yeah! [Instrumental (made by Dam Son himself!!!!!)]