Oh my God, it's a classic!

Dee-Tra-Na-Da

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Ayy, box out, box out

Yeah, box out

Yeah, yo

I'm the baddest out the bunch, so you better mention me boy

Get a stack, rack it up, pack it up, then I blow it like Leroy

People told me- I'm the OG, all these others is decoys

Man you know me, all my homie's gon' bang, where they deployed

I'm the one with the dough, like I been up on the stove

People said that they gone pop me, then I see 'em and they don't

Man I wish that they would try, tell em' hit me on my good side

Word to JI stop? Nay I- Don't play, I- don't

Man, I'm the best in the rap game, I ain't talking bout the show, I ain't saying that they rap lame, but when it come to me I blow

Never heard this, I was kinda worthless

Back when I was searching, tryna find a purpose

Homie I was hurting when I started lurking

Then I got a pencil and I started working

Y'all already know that I spit clean, killing half of y'all at 15

Who else do y'all know that's 15, that can zip a body bag with a 16

Half of 30, 10 away from 40, meaning people hurting when I grab the shorty

If I let it mingle, when you hear the jingle

Then Usain-ing on me is ya first priority

0 friends, all the ends

Never sad it all depends, only me, all of them

Take em out, all the limbs, let it ring? Call again, injure me?

Senzu bean, make em lean

Euro step, ball again, money up, fall again

Cop a rack, blow a stack, get it back, mall again?

Nah, never was the type to switch the flow up for a broad

Finally got it even like the kid combined the odds

Bro my logic crazy, oh my goodness, oh my God

Who would've thought I'd lose my circle, just for thinking out the box

Nah, never was the type to switch the flow up for a broad

Finally got it even like the kid combined the odds

Bro my logic crazy oh my goodness oh my God

Who would've thought I'd lose my circle, just for thinking out-

Never act, I don't play roles

No drama, I don't never break the cod

That's the game mode, hold my nose high, I'm in stank mode

If you ain't close to my bankroll

Don't talk to me cause you can't tho

So surprised that y'all gums ain't green yet from that fake gold

How you fake signed,sold ya fake soul

To a fake deal with a fake pen for fake pesos?

See me in public, "Is that Dee?" Nah It ain't bro

Pineapple Fanta, phantom, it ain't sweet though

See yo, I do not like none of y'all like I'm Ebro

But I had to get violent

Just so all these dummies go quiet

They talking real hot when I walk in they silent

But I would be wrong if I snap and start wildin'

I did television they went with the climates

And went with the kids that was hating and trying

I'm guessing that's fine

But let you say yo from behind

I'll turn around bullets flying, yah!

Nah, never was the type to switch the flow up for a broad

Finally got it even like the kid combined the odds

Bro my logic crazy, oh my goodness, oh my God

Who would've thought I'd lose my circle, just for thinking out the box

Nah, never was the type to switch the flow up for a broad

Finally got it even like the kid combined the odds

Bro my logic crazy, oh my goodness, oh my god

Who would've thought I'd lose my circle, just for thinking out the box

Box out, box out, box out, box out

Box out, box out, box out, yeah