Where the hell you been at, DJ? Hmm?

Play yo' role, I might Van Cleef it

I came in this bitch with sauce, hot and mild, I used to wing it

Both feet, I step on shit, bro got blocks and pressing kits

Broke-minded, pessimist, I can't be dude, I'm stretching shit

I remember times I was on my last, still that ****, been putting up cash

Money getting old, it's starting to mold, I'm stuffing the wall, I killed the stash

Draft Balling, I built a skill, I be putting up shots still

See my face, they know it's trill, I upped a hunnid, gave bro the chills

Treat this rap shit like sports, I'm makin' loaves, ain't touch the court

Private islands, no resorts, I'm playing the villa in cap shorts

Can't too many come to the spot, it's too much work, they making it hot

Run that script, put them in the pot, I'm whipping gumbo like fat fox

You one of mine, it ain't no opps, get in with me, start having knots

Chest shot, leg shot, see nothing but red, he screaming, "Stop"

I got fine shit rockin' my jersey, ho like Ashanti mixed with Kelis

Feed the killers, they jeepers creep, he hunt for souls or he can't eat

I oversee this shit like Zeus, I'm rich Junkie but I ain't Rue

Pour my cup like Boosie Boo, I catch Euphoria when I'm on juice

3 for 1, bro cooked the stooges, Martian made, I'm Wayne student

Take my loses like my wins, but I hate losing, I overdo it

Play yo' role, I might Van Cleef it

I came in this bitch with sauce, hot and mild, I used to wing it

Both feet, I step on shit, bro got blocks and pressing kits

Broke-minded, pessimist, I can't be dude, I'm stretching shit

I remember times I was on my last, still that ****, been putting up cash

Money getting old, it's starting to mold, I'm stuffing the wall, I killed the stash

Draft Balling, I built a skill, I be putting up shots still

See my face, they know it's trill, I upped a hunnid, gave bro the chills