[Verse]
Rookies on my sack, turn of the track
Firming your cap while I was whirling ‘em back
When emcees really rapped and I was serving ‘em, jack
You was practicing Andre’s words in your raps, nigga
Same work got our foot up in the game, flirting
The f_ck, are you Hollywood-ing?
We the same person
Oh I get it, you’s a “fame” version
Inverting from lame, bursting my brain
And I’ma perfectly sane person
And it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to see I’ll take a-life with these verses I’m conversin’
Greasy, churches, flow so perfect
Ain’t no rhymer trying to see me work it
I’m sending out shiners
Bumping out your roster
Hands on deck like I’m something in the munster
Up in this bitch like the son of the apostle
Got no choice but to pop it when they ride you
I don’t really care ‘bout what what you got, duke
I’m dead broke, that’s an invitation to rob you
Your ice and all your [?] makes us wanna be stars, too
I should run up on that sky blue that you drive thorough
Rolling in a Porsche in my town
Is a signal in town that you in cast(?) to give you a round of applause
It’s different types of [?], ones that frown ‘cause of yours
Ones that clown once they get they only style on you, dawg
And me? A go-getter, spitting my lectures
Getting my cheddar, go and get one better
Explaining why I’m a sinner, a lyrical vendetta
I’m a change to the game and I’m causing more pressure
It’s alright if some pricks don’t love me
F’ them tricks, cuh, this boy hungry
[?] the ‘ish y’all got for me
‘Cause I get rich off the ‘ish while y’all bummy
Falling out of balance, don’t be clumsy
Waiting for the Dyme-A like they want something from me
Them kids are getting knocked out, don’t be a dummy
Touch me, and it’ll get Rich Boy ugly
I mean, Rob Roy ugly
Haha, Rob Roy ugly