1st Verse:

In and out of first class/
Keeps the 9am to 5pm/
Under all the business man/
A rapper fuels the fire/
$350 a shoe/
Hugo and fitted suits/
And every city I touch/
Im sittin in rented coupes/
Females are no problem/
Seem to be the answer/
Pockets got Kemo/
Bitches straight cancer/
Smash a bunch of chicks/
And you the shit/
But on the flip/
I keep the dick between me and my ride or die bitch/
Im in the city of angles/
Where the pretty get mangled/
Wrong crowds get tangled/
And a wrong move/
Get you vanilla Iced with a balcony view/
Wondering how the fuck did it get to this view/
Mr. "I don't give a fuck"/
Step to the stage/
Explosive with the pen/
Like I got a hand grenade/
Slippery society/
Tripping in its own way/
Grades go south/
But they know North and Kimye?
Who gives a fuck about a Kardashian/
Pussy like a glass bank/
Everyone smashin in/
Damn/
Prolly hurt a bunch of feelings/
But the role models don't take the D for the millions/
Black on black/
In an all black venue/
Cuttin through the crowd/
Like a motha fuckin Ginsu/
Crowd laughin/
Like what he finna do?
Im a shark in the water and these fins make moves/
You guppies lucky/
That Im full from bigger rappers/
Spittin on stage and lyrics silence the laughter/
And after/
Haters stay mad/
But they push the pride aside and ask to collab/

Chrous:

And what the fuck will that accomplish?
You a goon in the game and Im trying to work with monsters/
So what the fuck will that accomplish?
You a goon in the game and Im trying to work with monsters/
Quiet please/
I raid centipede MC's/
Leave em 100 feet behind me/
And you can wait for em/
And you can pray for em/
But these angels only sing for me/ (x2)

Verse II:

Came in this motha fucka hard/
Like a condom/
Im a time bomb/
Blowin like a motha fuckin can-on (cannon)
Flabbergasted/
From the green house gases/
Access to back stage/
Is tits and fat asses/
Cremate the masses/
Sit and shit ashes/
I spit from the heart/
Most of you rappers lack passion/
D.U.I. flow/
All I blow is illegal/
And the clothes have pussy squeeze me like a kegel/
Skelton flow and it don't mean shit/
Still locked out of hip-hop with a bone to pick/
New to the scenery but planted like a vet/
You lames get Gremlin dick/
It don't get wet/
Four play/ Touchdown/ She make the bands dance/
Orchestrate the killin of you rappers like Hernandez/
Leave the club to high to drive the drop/
One eye on the game/
Like I am Stuart Scott/

Chorus:

And what the fuck will that accomplish?
You a goon in the game and Im trying to work with monsters/
So what the fuck will that accomplish?
You a goon in the game and Im trying to work with monsters/
Quiet please/
I raid centipede MC's/
Leave em 100 feet behind me/
And you can wait for em/
And you can pray for em/
But these angels only sing for me/ (x2)