[ Featuring Cimer Amor ]
Ayo you know you can't f*ck wit my style
I been tryna tell these fools for a while
They was knockin' now they jockin' my style
Record label break me off a few hundred thou
I'm gonna flip that doe and be out
F*ck a car, I'm gonna buy another house
The fly shit I say you better write that down
Down, down, down, down
Ayo wack shit I never bring
Like Franks I got red hot flow and I put that shit on everything
It's Mr. Wood, you ain't battling Terrence
You and ya crew is just a Sisterhood of Traveling Pants
Some soft ass chick flick shit you ain't real thurl
Been doin this since Heather B was on Real World
That old shit is what I like to boogie down to
Nowadays these rappers goofy like clown shoes
Square ass L7 dudes I'm like no way
Lack flava till I come and pour on the chipotle
You a beast that's what people email and send me
I get my green but I'm far from eco-friendly
On that feta shit, cheese that's tangible
PETA shit too, People Eating Tasty Animals
Driving with my fur coat stuck in my car door
Bangin that M.O.P, How About Some Hardcore
In the kitchen telling wifey watch how you cook cuz
Don't nothing taste as good as I wanna look love
I'm tryna be around till this shit stop
Cause these rappers don't know a damn thing about some Hip Hop
Ayo you know you can't f*ck wit my style
I been tryna tell these fools for a while
They was knockin' now they jockin' my style
Record label break me off a few hundred thou
I'm gonna flip that doe and be out
F*ck a car, I'm gonna buy another house
The fly shit I say you better write that down
Down, down, down, down
Dude, I'm so true, so real, so trill
So 215, I'm so Phil
Writing rhymes I got no time to fill out a will
When I die all I'm leaving yall dudes is a bill
This music biz is heavy have you flippin ya wig
I can understand why Cool and Steady did what they did
When that pressure compound like the interest on ya credit card
Make you wanna grab ya pound and go set it off
Instead I stopped at 7-Eleven for food
Cruised in the parking lot bumpin Devin The Dude
I pulled my phone out and zoned out for like a hour yall
Then went inside and dropped a dub on the Powerball
I ain't win, that's quite understandable
But in Philly, see I've ripped mics with all of the animals
To rock after me you should be scared believe me
Your Air force Ones will turn into a pair of Heelys
Side represent I burn a track to ashes
So nice with it I should be exempt from taxes
That way I can get the rings with the chunky rocks
Long as Cimer beat bumpin like Monkeypox
Ayo you know you can't f*ck wit my style
I been tryna tell these fools for a while
They was knockin' now they jockin' my style
Record label break me off a few hundred thou
I'm gonna flip that doe and be out
F*ck a car, I'm gonna buy another house
The fly shit I say you better write that down
Down, down, down, down
