text: Might just buy a Rollie now that Ive secured my camera
  Making it through college but Im running out of stamina
  Ive managed to survive so far Im worried bout the rest
  Even with a degree Im still gon be a mess
  You creative types should get a real job and stop playing like
  Somebody wanna see what you made- we got sweat in our eyes
  Cool, but aint nobody gotta be miserable like you, always
  Telling other people what they should and shouldnt do
  Dont doubt it for a second I work hard for what I love
  You can act like I aint got the power surging through my blood
  Watch how you talk to me, Ill dominate like Dahmer ate, no mercy when we congregate, Ill clean yo meat right off my plate
  But I dont hate you case you wondering, thundering bring the Hummer in
  Through the front, I spit fire, I guess cause Im gas guzzling
  I punish shit cause I got the beat actin up
  They mad as fuck, wylin cause I brought the 90s to their trunk
  One some young Will Smith shit
  Put me on YO MTV Raps! and Id be a hit
  If Biggie were alive hed slap this in the Sentra whip
  He might say something like
  Zip it up- please keep the flavor sealed in fresh
  Swiss ya up/ catch so many holes that Ill turn ya flesh
  Into mesh, Im tha best, these baby boys wanna test me?
  Like paternity? Cause they got plenty from me
  Catch me on Maury with the mic in my hand
  And watch these kiddies try to imitate my best laid plans
  Im the sand in ya crack, got the Bands, slinging crack
  Out da back, got the track record to break your back
  I need the sack of the cash in my lap thats a fact
  The beat looks all wavy I cant stay on...
  Track- I need to take your paper, like a mailman
  Toucan Sam off honey smack, selling golden grams
  Ill go Bam-Bam on some jocks who sling pebbles thinking its rocks
  Ill snap and pop at your apple, jack- you all bark and no chomp
  Champion floss hoodie
  Fuck with me, Whats Goodie?
  Moving quickly gonna need a dolly to shoot me and $ilver Willy
  Put the metal in your mouth like Im filling in cavities
  Brains hit the floor, its the theory of gravity
  9 Shot revolver so I dont pick up shells
  Metal ringing out like Im playing church bells
  Unh. Im at the party bumping with the dean
  Put me in prison, Ill break out like acne
  Givin rappers nightmares but Im in they bitches daydreams
  Run the trap so hard, catch me ballin at the track meet
  Dirty as your damn feet, fuckin up the damn beat
  Lay you on the curb, stomp down with my damn cleats
  Bullets wrapped in Teflon, produced with C8
  Hit me on my flip phone if you tryna see weight
  Got an AR shooting depleted Uranium
  Got you in my sights, get a deleted cranium
  Bringin pain to them, bitches tryna chase me
  Blood up on the walls, paint the town red, Banksy
  Paid off them guards, in prison they shanked three
  Im one of a kind, no you cant replace me
  Bringin the fire like I chose Cyndiquil
  My bitch just upgraded from Xans to Benadryl
  Working overtime cause I gotta get paid
  Killing all you roaches like Im sprayin Raid
  If you tryna step to my homie Bryce
  Best be wearin skates fore you find yourself on ice
  Shootin at ya playa with rounds that are hollow
  Brains hit the floor but your body gon follow
  Breakdown!
  , SMITH.b, and Notorious B.I.G 
  Now while the MCs rhymin and the DJ spinnin I want yall to just get down
  Now while the MCs rhymin and the DJ spinnin I want yall to just get down
  Now while the MCs rhymin and the DJ spinnin I want yall to just get down
  Now while the MCs rhymin and the DJ spinnin I want yall to just get-
  Shit, yall know what to do
  Cause Im knee deep in the beats
  In the landcruiser jeep with the Mac 10 by the seats
  For the jackas, the jealous ass crackas in the blue suits, Ill make you PROVE that its bulletproof
  Hold ya head, cause when I hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick
  The funk, baby