| Below da Mason-Dixon Line, hey, im da best u gon find… |
| Bottom line, i aint humble, cuz nigga its bout time… |
| rather grind on da corner, hollin, i got dimes |
| rather then know that I’m da best in dis shit and not shine. |
| Give a fuck bout a clique if its not mine |
| got rhymes, im da sign of da time, I’m not lieing |
| Nigga plannin on robbin me blind, start tryin |
| Got sumtin to but a end to 380's and glock nines |
| Shit u gotta shoot from ur shoulders, wont fit in holsters |
| bid on ur life and force a forclosure. |
| i can rebuild S.W.A.T.'s all da yay dat i got. |
| I’m da king it dont matta if i say it or not |
| it dont matter if da old niggaz dont wanna say dat I’m hot. |
| it dont matter whether my first single was playin or not |
| nigga i stay right here, never go gold, shoot nine videos, and drop records |
| every year. |
| all da fake niggaz, feel real niggaz’ll break. |
| young, skinny, wit plenty whores, puttin niggaz to play. |
| hey talk behind my back, u have me in ur face, wit da PSC in ur safe, |
| while u pee in ur cage! |