One, two hit that boy with an uppercut

I ain't beefing with a no name

I ain't leaving my baby for no slut

Ya boy sharp, Razor's Edge, stand back or you might get a razor cut

If a **** wanna talk shit

I'm like Floyd Mayweather, Mike Tyson with the uppercut

HA! The first round is gonna begin

Feel like i'm Mike, hit that boy on the chin

Adrenaline hitting i'm starting to grin

(Voom, Voom, Voom, Voom, Ya Digg!)

Dash on that boy like i'm Sonic i'll spin

My parents ain't raise them a loser, they raised them a winner

So all that I know is to win

Baby don't play me i'm not an Atari

Feel like i'm Tyler, i'm SORRY NOT SORRY

Look you in ya' face and tell you

(You're too slow!)

Like I was Odetari

Say I got competition, i'm like hardly

Feel like a white jock, i'm so gnarly

Sorry for these **** they won't top me

I ain't a hero I don't got a cape

I can't save a hoe so i'm saving my face

To my lord, that is who I will pray

Thankful to him for my day to day grace

Feel like The Miz cause ya' boy came to play

Skipping the verdict, i'm running the race

Got me a KIA, I don't need a wraith

Said I got me a KIA, I don't need a wraith

Yeah, most of y'all boys a disgrace

Yeah, that boy he came in first place

Yeah, repel these **** like mace

Yeah, bet they won't say it to my face

Yeah, that boy went missing no trace, aye

(That boy went missing no trace, aye)

Huh, Sharpshooter like i'm Bret Hart

Huh, Aim for the red like it's darts

Huh, where should ya' boy even start

Huh, most of these boys got no heart

Huh, nobody told me to get it

Huh, nobody told me to spend it

Uh, i'm boutta come in the coupe when i'm running the wraith

And you know i'm gone get it

Huh, i'm boutta run up

And i'm boutta run up

And i'm boutta run up and double my digits

Hand on her waist when she cook in the kitchen

Nobody told me this life is expensive

I'm bout to get it again and again and again and again and again

In the industry, don't have no friends

Hand outs, no a **** ain't taking no hand outs

Had to stand up and clap i'm the man now

Yeah, I love when my girl pull my pants down

Yeah, she suck it and slap it like she proud

Wish my girl had a mute button she loud

Like a dog out the kennel, i'm out the pound

Yeah i'm eating her up like some kung-pow

And some rice on the side with a little bit of chicken

Can't be caught with ****, y'all fuck up my image

Y'all **** be stumbling, wobbling, tripping

I'm trynna get paid so I gotta stay winning

I'm shining so bright, because I be winning

Y'all boys is dull, yo light it be dimming

My baby so bad, she make me think i'm sinning

I'm really ontop I got no competition

Yeah

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Yeah

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