[Verse 1]

They don't get it like I get it

No they never, couldn't

I ain't talking 'bout jail when I got a booking

I ain't talking bout drugs when I made a sale

Never going to the box 'cuz I got the bail

I ain't talking bout a kite when I'm checking for mail

There's about 100 n***** that's wishing I fail

I give 'em glory, I give 'em holy, I give 'em hell

I could never fuck your shorty cuz she'd kiss and tell

Hope you make it after all that faking man I wish 'em well

Say my name, it should ring a bell

I run the game like Stringer Bell

but I ain't getting clipped

A p***** n***** touch me imma shoot 'em in his hip (POW)

[Stringer Bell]

Is that it???? 'Cuz I if it is man... I can be a better friend to y'all alive...

[Verse 2]

I played it well

N***** screwfacing mad that I made it

Your babymama told you, I'm her favourite

Always rock the right fragrance

Always been a better rapper, sorry for my lateness

Then again... Nah.

'Cuz you can't rush greatness

When it comes to these bars you gotta have patience

Got the whole world waiting

You think you gangster Imma send your a** to meet Satan

Got them on their knees praying,

Knees shaking

As I awaken

My weed need baking

No cheese, no bacon

I'm forever blazing

As I awaken, my weed need baking

no cheese, no bacon

I'm forever blazing... yeah