text: Whats really good?
  Niggas tell me that I made it when I hit the hood
  Old girl gave it up like I knew she would
  When you saw me, you aint swing like I knew you would
  On that fake shit, thats a Whoopie Cushion
  Old from the start type and he aint gettin whoopings
  I could tell, crabs in the bucket if I fall Ill break shells
  They hating on Jesus, I aint tripping, oh well
  Im just tryna live, word to bond
  Swipe it like a visa, catch me if you cheetah
  Franklins new Aretha
  I am great, nice to meet ya
  On my toes like a ballerina
  After this shit drop, I wont be making pizzas
  I aint never lie, killin everything moving, Mr. Homicide
  Mr. Dinner Date, Mr. My Guy
  I been doing this but right now Im at an all time high
  I heard you talkin shit but Ima let it slide
  And maybe your chick too, I shine like a gold tooth
  Cause niggas is so poop
  Fetch me a trash can, Im suttin like Shaftman
  Yeah, body body like P in 97 man
  Yall niggas out here lookin like Terry
  Yall niggas out here lookin like
  Made peace with the past, hello future
  Cant look back, no time for that
  Waiting on a miracle, you cant do that
  You gotta go and get it like a pick up order, ay
  I woke up out in California, my Cali chick like good morning
  Food cooked, weed rolled for me
  I just laugh cause I think its funny
  Everybody love you when they think that you getting money
  Ay I cant wait to ball, like a bad ass kid, tear up the mall
  And she got some on, tell her pull down them drawers
  Hit it on the first night, I never call
  Married to the game, rockin chains instead of wedding ring
  If he in the way stretch him out like a limousine
  These niggas frontin they dont want the cake like Anna Mae
  I am here to stay, I put that on everything
  I put that on everything, I put that on everything
  I put that on everything, Im here to stay
  I put that on everything
  
  Me and the crew sippin brews, steady skipping school
  Never trusted no one so we tuck a 22
  Call a couple bitches, fuck em till they mouths drool
  Thats how a young muhfucka from the land do
  I mean a young muhfucka from the land too
  Trill, too real, too ill
  Excuse me if I do not do it for the camera
  Bitch I grew up in the jungle, Im fuckin bananas
  My gorillas wit me and m dealer wit me
  Wit 50 pounds of the sticky icky
  Straight from the ??? boys in the Windy City
  Pity, pity these mothafuckas smokin bunk
  I light a j and kill a verse, put that shit in the trunk
  Back in shaker used to kill em on the table a ton
  Bet a couple dollars you could lose the shit if you want
  Fuck a rest, still chase change
  Always make the mothafucka money
  Never let the money make me, bitch
  Young gunner, salute when you see me
  I live what Im rapping for real, you just do it for TV, believe me
  My hands bulimic, throwin up Ls
  Those fans deleted wack rappers and listen to Kells
  Used to walk up to the dairy market, get me a shell
  Cop a gram from the 5 for my homies in bail
  Still 357 under the front of my belt
  Now my album is selling off the fuckin front of the shelves
  This a evolution, a real mothafucka made it, what a revolution
  Still muhfuckas hate it, but they couldnt do it
  Let me educate the students
  You couldnt measure my ground with 80 million rulers
  I do this
  Shhhh, you could try me if you want and be foolish
  But Im the champion, that means that everyone else loses
  You put that money on me, guaranteed youll recoup it
  Bitch I am legend, name a rapper that I havent influenced
  Kells!