text: They be sayin best rapper alive, who?
  Kells, who you wanna know?
  I chop them motherfuckers down, they fallin like Geronimo
  Haters wanna holler though, hoes need to stop it
  I will hit a bitch and pass her round the room like a Bop It
  Back to the topic, uhh I think forgot it
  Fuck it, I love talking bout my dick and how these riders jock it
  Fuck him, fuck him, shes cool, fuck you
  And if someone got a hater Imma show em what to do
  Make sure you puttin four fingers down, keep one up
  Say if you aint talkin bout no money please shut up
  Me, Im on the come up, I dont know what you bout
  One million, two million, let me know how you count
  Yeah, nominated youngin of the year
  I red rover, red rover bring the money over here
  Steer, make sure I remain in my lane
  But thats symbolic cause Im really on a plane
  And I red rover, thats ironic because I dont play no games
  I dont pass the rock like Jay, I aint fuckin with you dames
  Only like what gets me paid, I aint fuckin with you lames
  Already pale, wheres the raise? I aint fuckin with the shame
  I want the limelight, and the lime slice in my drink
  Chain and whip without the slave, and the bitch that stays paid
  At the bar buying shots, cherry bombs and grenades
  Cause I go hard, you can carve it on my grave
  Now wassup man I crave, travel side, first block, where you stay?
  All my people back at Shaker and my partners down the way
  Uptown to the Heights, St Clair to E.C
  An anywhere on the eastside youre liable to see me
  Boy Im about to make a milli, but this not the C3
  This 100 Words and Running, I am not Lil Weezy
  I am daddy to these hoes, fuck a lil pee pee
  So if its you, or me, your girl make a choice, easy
  Uh, Im spittin like I got my braces in, so much saliva my lower lip that I cant take it in
  So I gotta hawk it up, spit it on the microphone
  Family say I need rehab cause I cant leave the mic alone
  And for that Im guilty, but until they kill me
  Ill be nasty in the sense that on this record Ill be filthy
  Not literally, Im bacteria free, the flow is ill so
  Vaccinations given couldnt kill my skill
  Chill, chill how you gon tell me to chill doe?
  When Im hot and being slept on like a pillow
  Better wake yo ass up when Im on these instrumentals
  Im the reason half of these rappers wives turn into widows
  The type of shit I been on, no toilet to sit on
  Need my quarterback even though Im sittin in the endzone
  Filling all my rillos with the leaves off a willow
  And thats how I get down - straight up like a dildo, gone