"Yo its on ima put it together in ma hooded sean john sweater So full of footageI bomb better Don juan with some strong feathers flying from storms to warm weather And my long johns are gone its all pleasure Im an umbrella just trying to keep the rain away My training day ended with ovations Fuck what haters say Im made to play and I stay where gladiators lay I stay babyfaced stay debated while you fade to grey I made em say -hey- this muthafucka knows what he's doing See ive created and ive rose from the ruins Keeping soldiers influenced by dropping hot shit Face it im toxic my palm's clutching bombs in your cockpit So when its on bring your chopsticks pick up the bits and pieces Coming for your chips and your visas Flip the meter stick to the script a real leader Hail cesar I can picture this shit, real fever 'Listen up and follow the flow we've risen up to follow the dough that's how im living, but y'll don't now im what you need we don't care what you call it it's a ball we can all afford (oslo, we've got you on it) i'm what you need' Everybody get up and holler if you hear me there's nothing but bottles here so give em a swallow and share fairly I solemly swear to care clearly im out of the bottom this year And properly prepared living carefree With barefeet up in the studio see me puto rubio Shining like a movie future's beautiful Coz who you know quite like me? That's pretty unlikely See im tight like the stripes on ma nike's (I see) incredible im on a level with nothing better to do than getting ahead of you getting ready to steady spew letting em know now knuckle up and go rounds so listen up fuckers this is profound slowdown a little bit I guess yall don't get it coz yall are idiots professional critcs, im gon spit at it ('.) fucking illiterates can get the balls no reason to get involved cant please em all fuck yall I'm pretty sure that I told em before but now i guess I've got to tell em again You know its over when the double A flow because aint nobody better than them Aint no need to flatter this bastard im the shit spit battery acid Picture it ma scriptures had to be crafted I flipped and now they're flabbergasted cos I hit like astrix A master getting his ass licked Equipped with a bag of classics while yall are still stuck with the fits I'll be passing traffic With nasty habits I attack the cut And plus I flow like the aquaduct so back the fuck up