Yeah, hear Dash

Yo, ready to let you know

It's your boy O-Dash man, yaknahmsayin?

Y'all motherfuckers better stop sleeping out here

Nah, don't do that

You better wake the fuck up for real

Open your eyelids

Big Pooh, Nicolay

It's the League's Tracy McGrady, faggots gonna hate me (huh)

Puttin up MVP numbers, spittin 12 months this summer

Emanate, and watch cowards imitate

How I demonstrate how words supposed to penetrate

Punks mad at O cause they can't get a date - **** wait

Give me a second to get it straight

Haters see me in pub - want my shit

See my rasta bitches and want my dick

That's a homo, that's why I don't deal with em no more

Bunch of Dr. Evils tryna steal a **** mojo

In the safe got dough (uh huh), claim he got flow

By the fifteenth I'm like "Yo, where your dough go?"

I see, I see, in other words, you're so-so

Hate O for movin blocks of coco for dough, no?

Fast breakin the drought, fuck a T-O

Coach told me to shoot whenever in doubt

D-League got the components to be dissected

Game over, now train your style so eclectic

Comin through beneath radars, undetected

Twenty bars of perfection to be respected, ****!