[Verse 1]
Trade my bitch in for a new bitch, call that shit NASDAQ
Gone be everywhere in life, cept for a casket
Alliterating on these niggas cause I flow fantastic
Man I’m real and these phony bitches plastic
Don’t imitate my shit cause you could neva match it
I ball hard despite all the odds, you can call me magic
My flow so fast and crazy, this shit is rapid and rabid
And I got a bad bitch, yeah I got a bad chick
Everytime she call though, I make her think there’s static
And yeah I’m ecstatic, when I get up on the track
Spit fire flames you’d think I lit a match
When in my fact, my flows so fast, it just causes friction
These rappers claim they sick I’m just writing the prescription
Cause I’m the fucking doctor, and I’m on a mission
To operate on the game, and revive that shit
Man I got ill flows and they ain’t about my bitch
Cause my thoughts extend beyond mackin bitches and gettin green
Fifteen and I’m brown, spittin shit you ain’t neva seen
I got so many metaphors, you would think that I was wayne
My flow is just so crazy, man this shit just can’t be tamed
Insane, fucking crazy, outta brooklyn just like jay z
But now I’m livin in long island, from a honda to mercedes
Maybe, you ain’t meant for this game
Yes I’m a rapper but I am not the same
I’m unique, you antique
You just spit I got technique
I’m elite, I got you beat, man you just defeat
My paper gone be tall your paper gone be petite
On me, niggas sleep, well rather niggas slept
They ain’t listen to my shit, cause they ain’t consider me a threat
I’mma beast I’mma beast, someone let me off my leash
I’mma father to the game, and these rappers are my niece
Then they listen to my shit and I got em on they knees begging “please!”
[Bridge]
Don’t even try to diss me
Cause dude, yo girl, she tried to kiss me
Man than you I am better
And believe I got yo chick wetter

[Verse 2]
I hop up on the track like I hopped up on yo mom
Stick my dick into the beat now we fuckin to the song
That ain’t even make sense but in my head it did
But my head is so fucked up, every thought is a sin
Betta call yo next of kin, cause I’m bout to fucking kill ya
It’s only some time before I be rollin in da millions
Kill them, all but I ain’t odd future
Listening to my ryhmes puts these niggas in a stupor
Man I’m the best of my age and that ain’t finna change
My music gone spread like the black plague