(Verse 1)

Bra stupid, know you big big mad

If I’m a loser how the fuck did I get rich this fast?

Shot extended clip longer than a baseball bat

Swing for anyone who think they know my pain no cap

You a bitch up in this game and I’m a god damn staple

That’s word to Vince

“He’s popping but don’t get no paper”

That’s your defense

These pockets think they going through labor

That’s really big.

Beast talking I’ma Beast

Fuck a rock

I need a mountain on my neck dog

The burner like an eagle

Send a bullet

Get you pecked off

The only list I’ve been apart of

Is the “best of”

I’m happy that you’re under me

Needed something to step on

I’m Stefan, you urkel

Slept on, its hurtful

But fuck it number one wasn’t something I yearned to.

I’ll be the runner up just to be on my own two

So when I’m coming up I don’t need to concern you

I’m a rottweiler

How a dog learn to drive a bentley

In the crossfire

I get caught flirting with the semi

Got a long line of friends

But they heart is full of envy

Got a longer line of enemies

Who hot and wanna end me

I’ma overconfident jackass

McCaulley Caulkin lookin motherfucker

My success it wasn’t luck it was a work in progress

Been down bad, but now I’m up and jogging.

(Chorus)

1, 2

Fourth tape in I got my shit together

Bitch I got dick you can get whenever

Fire running out my lips like I kissed the devil

At the top I think I missed a level

Don’t fake shit or I’ma hit ya fella

With this big ass clip inside of this Beretta

Never running out of bullets think it spit forever

I been sinning like i miss the devil

(Verse 2)

Yo

Grab the iron and fire it

Tryna weed out the pussy

Bruh find me a lioness

Mr. bipolar

Grab ya bitch and then slide in it

Had her blushing so much

I thought the bitch had psoriasis

Bitch bye again

Lightweight equal leviathan

Throw the papers I’m writing

Then fuck the microphone violent

Went to hard again

I look hard in a cardigan

Ain’t no problem to argue that

With my cards I be all in it

I’m a log fire

Watch the way I’m burning through these trees

You a small lighter don’t know why you talking bout degrees

Do an all-nighter with the homie run you for your teeth

You’s a non-fighter reason why you searching for the piece (peace)

Is this a cockfight?

He sound like chicken shit to me

I’ll have more plaques up on my wall

Than what the dentist fucking see

I got some bullets for the internet bloggers

And TMZ i’m loading

(Chorus)

1, 2

Fourth tape in I got my shit together

Bitch I got dick you can get whenever

Fire running out my lips like I kissed the devil

At the top I think I missed a level

Don’t fake shit or I’ma hit ya fella

With this big ass clip inside of this Beretta

Never running out of bullets think it spit forever

I been sinning like i miss the devil