Huh, D'ussé what we sippin'

Countin' up so many blues, **** think we Crippin'

Bitches wearing bloody shoes, pieces always hittin'

And you ain't a real ****, that's the motherfuckin' difference

You **** know my faculty

The whole nation backing me

My young boys don't believe in God

But believe they'll blast for me

Don't become a casualty

Gang still pulling up casually

Who said we running, homie?

Why you said you was after me?

On my wrist, that masterpiece

Around my neck, that classic piece

R-O-C, the realest **** left

Yeah, we have to be

Wanna meet the boss? Ask for me

You said you was hood, but actually

They said you don't even come outside

What made you think you could clash with me?

Bitches popping ass for me

You know I keep that cash on me

Your OG went to school with me, dog

Better believe he got the pass from me

**** can't out-fashion me

Paris just for Fashion Week

I make my bitch wear Gucci only

So she know she married a G

I love my bitches naturally

She count up that bag for me

We hit the island and hit them stores

We leave you haters in agony

On that D'ussé, glad to be

A real **** first, I had to be

You bitch **** stay mad at me

And your bitch call me "Your majesty"

Huh, D'ussé what we sippin' (Sippin')

Countin' up so many blues, **** think we Crippin' (Crippin')

Bitches wearing bloody shoes, pieces always hittin'

And you ain't a real ****, that's the motherfuckin' difference

Bossed up, I gotta be

They think they hot as me

What'll make a **** wanna think like that

When the team look like we hit lottery?

Said you was real, you lied to me

Your bitch rub dick like pottery

Your chicken had brought them breasts out

And them thighs to me

I keep them vibes with me

Few real ones that'll slide with me

****'ll clip you and leave them jewels

Pussy, this ain't no robbery

Playboy, ain't no stopping me

This for those who doubted me

Me and this bitch been getting it in

But I heard he said he got it out for me

These **** don't eat with me

We'll never be even or equally

Only way they gon' speak to me

Is if these fools gon' beef with me

They ain't on my frequency

My wife said, "Show some decency"

**** must think it's sweet with Bleek

Truth is they could never compete with me

Run circles around you suckers easy

Wanna know why they call me M-Easy?

I was seeing M's, you was watching TV

Imitating me, **** wanted be me

On D'ussé, glad to be

Real **** first, I had to be

I can see why y'all mad at me

'Cause I hold shit down like gravity

Huh, D'ussé what we sippin' (Sippin')

Countin' up so many blues, **** think we Crippin' (Crippin')

Bitches wearing bloody shoes, pieces always hittin'

And you ain't a real ****, that's the motherfuckin' difference