text: Kells
  This is a real rappers theme music
  Bitch, sing to it
  This how you cook up some dope with no powder
  Dont turn on that stove, just turn this shit up louder
  Black Eddie Bauer, mask on my face
  Like Im ready to take what is yours cause its ours
  Yall stole my style, I shit on you like bowels
  And take all your princesses, bitch, I am Bowser
  Fuck superpowers, I got this weed
  Gun on my hip, dawg, thats all that I need
  I dont play games, man Im not in no league
  And I dont drop no names but bitch I am from Cleve-land
  D-D-D-Damn, someone tell Britney we did it again
  I hear Pooh Gutta acquitted again
  And my bank account holding 6 digits again
  Pour out some Henn
  This for the ones who aint make it
  This for the ones who aint make it
  Focus your lens, point it at me and see greatness
  Point it at me and see greatness
  Ray need a Benz, Dub needa all black Mercedes
  Tezo need all white, he racist but homie Im sayin
  I need a penthouse thats vacant
  Arab money Salaam-Alaikum
  The beast is awaken, pick up your shotty
  My bitch is a murderer, she got a body
  She got that brain, summa cum laude
  My city the jungle, dont take that Safari
  Its lions, its tigers, gangsters, disciples
  Lords, Judases, shanks and them rifles
  Whores who swear that they live by The Bible
  And friends who think they deserve more than entitled
  And thats why I…
  Up out of the ghetto
  Away from the mornings where snow in that shovel
  Up out of this level
  Im tryna be number one, why would I settle?
  Gone to the new world
  No Pinta, no Nina, no Santa Maria
  Still keep it hood with my peers, sippin Carlos Rossi Sangria
  Uh, Drank in my cup
  Workin my wrist, I be spankin my slut
  Juggle my nuts
  Use your two hands while I juggle these fucks
  But thats zero, its none
  My hands busy holding middle fingers up
  I dont do two things: thats love and thats trust
  And I dont hate yall, Im just fuckin with us
  And thats word to Nipsey
  My hustles mean, I can sell bats to Ken Griffey
  Im like Lionel Richie, my fans have me touring till 2050
  This cycle is evil
  This verse is for Tino
  One time for my people
  And fuck all these fakers
  Cant wait till you back on your feet, the streets need you
  Up out of the ghetto
  Away from the mornings where snow in that shovel
  Up out of this level
  Im tryna be number one, why would I settle?
  Gone to the new world
  No Pinta, no Nina, no Santa Maria
  Still keep it hood with my peers, sippin Carlos Rossi Sangria