Well, I'm the ghetto's answer to Trump I'm Cancer to the Hamptons 20 million a wop, ransackin mansions Increase the noise pollution, as soon as I land in Don't even trust uppity white folks Keep the cannon tuck n***as trying to lean on Jay, shots gonna stand you up Glocks gonna pop, ya not understandin much I hustle for the thuggest Well, now I hustle for the rush, like f** it baby I just love it Chicks now say they like the way I thug it Since my album dropped, my stock grows like I went public Ladies I love ya But I love my freedom more I love my n***as, love to see them ball I love Beans and Bleek Them n***as like my Peter and Paul My disciples, and that's right we coming for the title... Do you believe, it's Hova the God