Huh, huh

I've been feeling like the man ever since I made a plan

Now I got a couple bands like I'm Kobe (Mamba!)

Even if you think you can, I know you don't stand a chance

Going at me 'cause I know you ain't over me (damn right)

Yuh, bouta go stupid (yeah)

Showin' fake love, but you no Cupid

And you know we blowin' up because the flow too quick

If I got it in my mind, then I go do it (yuh)

Yo, I don't see another person on the roster (where they at?)

Getting money more than Kid Ro' and I got, sir (no, they don't)

Poppin' bottles with the models, y'all impostors (oh, you are?)

The last ones to do something, so you not first

I don't do follow-for-follow, still, I flex it like it's novel

Then I tell her she's a thot hoe, rather be a dick than swallow

So the haters comin' at me, and they tellin' me I'm cocky

Damn right, stupid hater

I'm like this because you not me (hot damn!)

I got women, I got watches that'll bust-down (oh, yeah?)

Yet there's only one single person I trust now (who's that?)

That's why Kid Ro' and I come in with enough sounds (oh, yeah)

To make every single person in the club shout (what's that?)

Yo, I hope it's not perplexing (no, it's not)

When I come up, and I'm flexin' (oh, that's right)

I say "See ya" to my exes (see ya!)

Then I move on to the next bitch

I've been feeling like the man ever since I made a plan

Now I got a couple bands like I'm Kobe (Mamba!)

Even if you think you can, I know you don't stand a chance

Going at me 'cause I know you ain't over me (damn right)

Yuh, bouta go stupid (yeah)

Showin' fake love, but you no Cupid

And you know we blowin' up because the flow too quick

If I got it in my mind, then I go do it (yuh)

Y'all, I don't see another rapper who gon' understand (I don't see 'em!)

I don't twerk, but I'm bouta hit this sch'money dance (ay)

Now they round, pointing fingers like they Uncle Sam (ay)

Hating on me 'cause I be doing what others can't

"Hey, friend", now she wanna mash like the button man

Amen, send these other rappers to Wonderland

50 Cent, I got many men countin' Benjamins

They try sleepin' on me, sorry, I ain't comforting

I don't wanna cuff a ting (I don't wanna)

I moved on to other things (I moved on to)

'Less it's something that you're bringing to the table

Rappers really fables

Rappers really plastic, no wonder they need labels

Oh, no

Twitter shots limbo, the way they wanna go low

I think she like me, but she ain't Moto Moto

Jokers in the circus, keep on askin' where the flow go

Kid Rohan and Rico leave you cropped out of this photo

(Haha, ahahaha)

(Kobe)

(Kobe)