2:22 Am

[Intro]
Yeah
Matter of fact, I'm gonna call you back, I'm in the studio
It's retarded

[Verse]
Hold on where my lighter? Paid in full like Mekhi Phifer
Boy I got no rivals, I can put that on the bible
World champ, bitch where my title?
Bitch you get no title
Might lick it if I like you
Hang a nigga, I'm so spiteful
Told myself, "I think they like you"
It ain't nothing like you
I'll punch like I'm Ryuu
You know I'm some you niggas idols
Shit, I feel like Omar, Grab my pint right out the fridge
Oops, I think I did, overpoured on purpose
Brodie got the Sig, went in the club, I snuck it in
You fuck with me now, but I was thinking "since when?"
I did some hard thinking, can I swap you for your friend?
Make that lil hoe bend, you's a hemi, I'm a Benz
I can't make no money then I'm leavin'
My bitch don't do no teasin'
I ain't gon' up it for no reason
I'ma always be in season (Yeah)
Spend it with no grievin' (Aye)
Hangin' with them demons (Aye)
Hangin' with them heathens, front your move, you end up bleedin'
Cause I'm saucy, pull up tweakin'
Pull up to your party reekin'
I know that I'm a genius
All that, I feel like Keenan
Can't hit my wood, I'm chiefin'
If I said it then I mean it
Do you really mean it?
Real money have you seen it?
Glock pokin' like some cleavage
Pour up for no reason
I only shop for them new seasons
Still droppin 'cause they need it