Verse 1
I tell da girls bring it back like im travis porter
I’m solving the death of hip hop like dis is law and order
Im cunning and dangerous like crossing da border
I ain't a quitter who don’t show up in da 4th quarter
I tell em bring it back like I just threw da flag (ref)
Im so fabulous just throw it in the bag
I don’t like to complain
I don’t like to nag
Im cleanin up dis rap game I need some soap and a rag
Bring it back like I just hit the rewind button
Put time in reverse like im Benjamin Button
Im hot to this rap game throw it in the oven
You talking 2 me boy u ain't sayin nothing
Chorus: Im so hot in dis game I'mma bring it back 4x
Verse 2
I'mma bring dis game back, I ain't go nun to lose
Im picky wit who I be around so I have to choose
I'mma dog killin dis rap game, but im not blues clues
I ain't from ATL but u can say that I ain't New-New
U sittin dere holdin yo head like you don’t know what to do dude
But contact nash to put u in a good mood
Rihannas rude boy but I ain't rude
Yall started me now im in my busta rhymes mood dude
Im killin all dese rappers in da game, but to me its simple. But its to me that’s ok
I point at yo girl tella back it up and bring it my way
Nash making moves like U haul den make dem ship it my way
Turnin da track spin it, kick it, flick it, trick it, stick it like I'mma dj
I got eerbody speechless cuz u got nun 2 say
Testing me is like finding a needle in the stack of hay
Old skool like hurricane a bay bay
Keenen Thompson fat albert hey hey hey
(Chorus)
Verse 3
I brought this game back like I gave It cpr
Brought it back to life like an extra old car
Yo swag outta date and mine is so up to par
I’ll take dis rap game past da stars straight 2 mars
Im up in da sky like im Wiz Khalifa
Yo girl a drama queen naw she a supa diva
Money maker like I got a money printer
I eat money for breakfast lunch and dinner
Im swaggin
I brought dis rap game back like dey brought back high top fades
Yo boy paid
I brought dis rap ame back and they can't do nun bout it
Im nashional and im outty