[Intro: Soundz] You know we going in [Hook: Soundz] I can't tell sometime with these b**hes Do they want me or do they want my riches? This lifestyle that I got is so expensive I remember when I didn't have a pot to piss in Or there go you over there, with your hands out Now when you see me in the room, I stand out I'm the man now, I'm the man now (x3) [Verse 1: King Los] Let's have a conversation with the competition I'm finna rip your constituents in your composition Your confidence and your compliments was all a compilation It gets intimate as I implement all the complications That ain't your jump shot That's a fixed rim Thought it was peaches and cream That sh** a bit slim I pen puns like Pun's pen Beat you n***as at everything And still ain't got one win Okay, six rings bells to me Sick things Jordan had six rings This some 3-6 mafia sixteens Had 99 problems I had to flip on you b**hes But when they upside down I'm number 6 from the 6ers, that's Doctor Jay the only one that deserve my accolade Kicked a freestyle but I ain't ever did a track with 'Ye It ain't no secret It's the sh** that every rapper say The sh** a n***a rap is the sh** these rappers would rather say I'm wreaking havoc But we can have it Meet me in traffic I'm way up like I sleep in the attic But I'm never sleep Get the sleep of a addict Boy, while you sleeping, I'm at it I feast on the weak and dramatic Look how deeply I crafted these verses n***as cop my sh** just to keep it in plastic Peep it, I'm cla**ic We could let the wiz khali It's always the ones that's so honest that got some sh** to hide I say this in cadence on haters go find a dick to ride I waited with patience to make it And now I'm dignified I'm lately debated as greatest I'll let your b**h decide You a bush, n***a Who been the worst leader? We got something in common I ain't write this verse either [Hook]