| I’m like Ali, gettin' stripped of the title |
| 'Cause he wouldn’t fight the white man’s war |
| That 'bout a bitch |
| Boss said, you’s a hell of a dude |
| But it’s crazy 'cause you’re doing everything except to rap with the wrist |
| Why don’t you focus up, polish your game, do a big Porter cup, when in the booth |
| And I blew a sig |
| Came up with the fly shit here |
| Heard of Public Domain, that was my shit, yeah |
| Every 10 years, niggas like you pop up |
| You’re a blast from the past |
| Your music feel good like wakin' up, scratchin' your ass |
| I’mma keep makin' hits, try’na fatten my stash |
| On the block rollin' dice |
| Or at my own wedding try’na fuck with the bitches that be throwin' the rice |
| I’m so ahead of my time |
| I think I’m seven years older than Mike (who Mike?) |
| (Mike? That’s my older brother) |
| I ain’t one of them whack niggas that’ll take a lil' day off |
| Come back, drive by and the wave sound way off |
| Pack this mix, it’s perfect then pay off |
| God sent me here to make |
| Spend big money all up and break hoes |
| Not those broke bitches that want to make love (LOVE!) |
| Hundred begets and the hundred thousand dollar cars |
| And then we gon' ride in the sunset |
| Play with yo' pussy 'till it get dumb wet |
| Max, why you stop, I ain’t cum yet |
| Chill babe, light up a blunt, why you beat, I ain’t finished havin' fun yet |
| Let a lil' Domain bump |
| two of the trilogy, I can tell when you niggas is feelin' me |
| Niggas start gettin' they lean on |
| Gettin' they fiend on |
| And I got a mean arm, pitch it from deep |
| Silencer, I don’t even need a beam on |
| Puff puff pass, quit gettin' your steam on |
| I’m back |
| This goes out to all of my girls, girls |
| I’mma take you around the world |
| This goes out to all of my girls, girls |
| I’mma lace you up with diamonds and pearls |