text: I got 20 on my beat
  Everybody know my name ringin bells
  Ringin bells like the hallway 
  I aint gotta cap in no mothafuckin rap
  Ill whip out and air it out broad day 
  I got in with that stick, and Im with that
  Break a nigga in half like a Kit-Kat 
  I been tryna be positive, mama 
  They aint fuckin wit Jonathan, mama 
  Who you know put they mothafuckin self on the map
  And now they dont owe nobody shit? 
  I send one of my lil niggas, come take you off
  You get laid on the floor by a jit 
  Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket 
  The police, they know Im legit 
  The police, they know I got sticks
  They be worried about me, they know Im a clique
  These niggas, they know Im a dawg
  I aint worried about him, I know he a bitch 
  The next nigga that come play with me
  Ima send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic, bitch
  They say Im the hottest new nigga
  Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick 
  Nigga must have a fever or somethin
  Heard he was born up in Cleveland or somethin 
  Let me give you a history lesson
  We moved back to Charlotte, 1999 
  I aint sayin that none of that matter
  Cause if somebody touch me, then somebody dyin 
  Why he talkin so calm when he say that? 
  How he make em rewind and replay that? 
  Who you know get a fade once a week and they tryna get waves?
  Fuck a mothafuckin wave-cap 
  Every time that the DJ play Suge
  Niggas throw up they arms like a mothafuckin racetrack 
  Every time that my baby girl see me
  She run and say Daddy, I love when she say that 
  Every time I hit one of my moves
  All the bitches go crazy, they like how I do that 
  I keep one in the head, if I dont let off first
  Ima dive to the side when I shoot back
  Yeah, Im comin like Blade in this bitch 
  Fuck around, and walked out in a trench coat
  They gon have to put me with the greats 
  Wanna fuck with me, she gotta wait 
  On the yacht, with me, me and the kids
  Theres four of us, we on the sea eatin steak 
  I wont go back and forth with a shrimp
  You goin out sad bout a ho, Im a pimp 
  He keep bumpin his motherfuckin gums
  We gon put his ass up like a mothafuckin blimp 
  Like to talk on the pillow wit hoes, thats gon get him exposed
  He a mothafuckin simp 
  You know he got that thang on him, baby
  Quit askin him why that boy walk with a limp 
  I dont care bout this mothafuckin chain 
  But Ill still bust your mothafuckin brain 
  Just got head on a mothafuckin plane 
  Aint no cap in my rap, Im the truth 
  End up fuckin this ho from the back
  I knew her for a day, she on go, she the swoop 
  And these niggas aint livin like that
  Why he talkin so gangsta? Your bro, he a fluke 
  They know Baby gon blow, he a flute 
  They know Baby gon blow, he the bomb 
  They know Baby was just in Miami
  Now he in L.A., nigga think he LeBron 
  They know Baby go baby on baby 
  But five years ago, nigga say he was John 
  I touch down at the front of the plane
  And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton 
  While he drive me around, I be blowin out pressure
  Im chillin backseat with the iron 
  And Im done with this shit, man
  Im one of the best mothafuckin rappers, man 
  You know 
  But I aint gon keep, you know, I mean, braggin bout this
  Im done with this one, Im the best mothafuckin rapper, man
  Quit playin with Baby, man, do not play with me
  Im just exercising, Im just exercising my craft, thats it 
  And Im not gonna keep sayin this shit, Im done sayin this shit
  Uh
  And I got 20 on my mothafuckin beat, but this nigga cant engineer for shit
  Im bout to make this nigga just start makin beats and quit engineering
  Aight, cut that shit off