What's good?
Talking to the plug, yeah, you know what's up
I've been good, chilling in your hood
Yeah, you know what's up, yeah, you know what's up
I could call your bluff, ain't up for discussion
Half these rappers just be waking up, I eat y'all for lunch
Brady Bunch, copping a pack, know I had to reup
Probably maybe stuck off the Mac, I buy the latest stuff
Take you back, give your iPhone a tap, and now you good to go
And I can take you around the world, you would wake up
And probably wouldn't know, probably wouldn't know
I could come up with statements, you probably wouldn't know
Wouldn't know, they'd probably sign him an agent if Hollywood had known, (Hollywood had known)
I guess my life's entertainment
I bet you wouldn't know, I bet you wouldn't know
The difference 'tween how I'm living
Symphony, these beats I'm pimping, consistently
Why you actin' so trivial?
I earn it and then I burn it
It's only earthly material
And it's on the tip of your tongue
But it might as well be ya tibia
And these verse, books, and the bars are the only thing I'll be giving ya
These verses, hooks, and the cars are the only thing I'll be filling up
If my pen is willing to be so fulfilling
And I can feel it in the kitchen, I'm a Sicilian
I'm cooking up and I'm whipping a recipe for disaster
I'm sure it'll make a killing
And I'm breaking down all the tendons inside your heel like Achilles
And they heard this track, they're like, "Really?" I'm brilliant like Beryllium
Boy I'm dangerous like uranium
Take you up out your cranium
Slice it and dice it, roll it, and pass it like hot potato I'm -