[Intro] That was the warmup, that was the warmup baby Aight Elite for real one take dawg and I'm up outta here One. Yup. Yeah Lord please forgive me for my sinnin' I ain't saying that I'm finished But I'm praying in advance Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants Yeah ballgame, I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans When a n***a took the chance and came to the big city My beat machine the only f**ing thing I had with me Like Bobby had Whitney we was cooking up crack But the fifteen credits had a n***a off track Picture that, best rapper since Lil Wayne in cla**es The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his bachelor's The master of this rap sh** You hear the words coming from my lips ba*tards I never crack I got that ChapStick I practiced till that sh** made perfect And served it to the people on a silver platter Now where's the ladder? Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; I chose the latter Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though ‘Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral We never tattle, let God handle that Or let the mob handle that No Soprano, half black half white, I'm a piano I'm an animal my video on Discovery Channel I'm a beast when my sh** hits the streets these n***as cease To exist like a beach in a tsunami You find me in the ‘Ville, in the state of N.C b**h, if I ain't back home I'm up in N.Y.C ‘Bout that money probly like a f**ing robbery But I ain't jacking, I'm chasing dreams Sort of like jeans boy I ain't slacking I'm chasing dreams, sort of like jeans boy I ain't slacking Hey take a hard look at my drive n***a no hacking On my sh** I'm straight smacking n***as, straight tagging n***as Yo I freestyle and f** you n***as ya'll be wilding and I'm out