D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune)

Hey, hey, hey, goodbye (Good riddance)

Hold up

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen

No ID on the track, let the story begin

Begin, begin

This is anti Auto-Tune, death of the ringtone

This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs

This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde

Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song

Wrong, this ain't politically correct

This might offend my political connects

My raps don't have melodies

This shit make **** want go and commit felonies

Get your chain tooken

I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn

I know we facin' a recession

But the music y'all makin' gon' make it the Great Depression

Or your lack of aggression

Put your skirt back down, grow a set, man

****, this shit violent

This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence

Hey, hey, hey, goodbye (Hold up)

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen

No ID on the track, let the story begin

Begin, begin, hold up

This ain't a number one record

This is practically assault with a deadly weapon

I made this just for Flex and Mister Cee

I want **** to feel threatened

Stop your bloodclot cryin'

The kid, the dog, everybody dyin', no lyin'

You ****' jeans too tight

Your colors too bright, your voice too light (That's too far, ****)

I might wear black for a year straight

I might bring back Versace shades

This ain't for Z100

Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it one hundred

This is for Hot 97

This shit for Clue, for Khaled, but we the best in

****, this shit violent

This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence

Hey, hey, hey, goodbye (Hold up)

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen

No ID on the track, let the story begin

Begin, begin, hold up

This shit need a verse from Jeezy

I might send this to the mixtape Weezy

Get somebody from BMF to talk on it

Get this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it

Get three-thou to style on this

I just don't need nobody to smile on this

Y'all **** singin' too much

Get back to rap, you T-Pain-in' too much

I'm a multi-millionaire

So how is it I'm still the hardest **** here?

I don't be in the project hallway

Talkin' 'bout how I be in the project all day

That sound stupid to me

If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me

****, just get violent

This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence

Hey, hey, hey, goodbye