Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who am I? You ask, so you know it's by the grammar
From any state, it don't matter
From Maine to Montana
From white girls named Anna
To old ladies named Nana
They holdin' up they banners
And runnin' with they cameras
Can I get a flick? You damn right, miss
Can I take a hit?
Or boo like this?
Chronic, sticky like gum
My ass is out with the cum
Don't worry about my funds
I'm way around it in one
Uh-oh, uh-oh
When you seen that homo
But that was last
Someone for sure
I'm much more blunt
I'm more up close and personal
It's just gon' get worse now
I'm far prouder than vocal
It takes it to versatile
Can't worry about certain sounds
That come out these haters' mouths
I realize they can't help it
Just stay where you're bowin' down
For more, you can keep your pounds
Unless you gon' smoke it now
If not, I suggest you
Back your *** up and head out of town
Uh-oh, uh-oh
I hear the boys comin'
Uh-oh, uh-oh
I hear the boys comin'
I hear the boys comin'
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh
I hear the boys comin'
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh
I hear the boys comin'
They be like, hold up, hold up, hold up
I know that ain't them, man
Murph jersey on backwards with old school Tims
And Kiwan got on so many colors, just like a pimp
Nelly chain so long, got him walkin' with a limp
Ali is throwin' money in the front row
And everybody's feelin' good, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm trying to slow down, but where the hell it slow?
Of course, we be them up close, live and in person
Might look like the type who be robbin' them purses
But I ain't, I'm the young dude, I been rhymin' them verses
Worked hard since 93, that's how I got signed to Universal
Now the girlies take they thongs off
And they be crazy in the club when that lunatic song go off
I be that bullet right beside the beatin' bad type of tick
I'm a hold up, trap it to touch the ass type of tick
Lunatic, that's what I am, that's what I said I am
I'm trying to slow down, but where the hell it slow?
I'm trying to be a millionaire, I bet I am, I bet I am
And some boys on them porches in our forces readin' sources
My choice is old schools over them Rolls Royces
Of course this, tick *** live like EA Sports is
Dribble in the club, I live with two draft choices
Hit the center, touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard
Ooh wee, oh lord, she don't want no more
Cutlifts or doors, stash for the 4-4
Spokes, one for four, what them O's go for?
Ooh, 350 or more?
350, stickin' the floor, brand new Azor
Smashes, G's and C's all in my glasses
Ticks, fantastic, we get booked more than matches
Imagine me without them two headbands
Them vocale t-shirts with some A-class pants
Feelin' dapper like Dan, yes, fresh like Manny
Cutlifts, candy, sit down, you know you can't stand me
Ooh, better get a band
All the history's back, I hear them boys comin'
Ooh, better get a band, all the history's back, I hear them boys comin'
Hey, I hear them boys comin'
Hey, I hear them boys comin'
Hey, I hear them boys comin'
Van dey, Breeze, ball head, phase, locks
Stripee socks, rocks in the watch, big shorts
Headbands, two across, dirty back roads
That's that Midwest talk, I think your picture해�
Better up, knock off, and lick your nose Capri's classic on these hoes for big shows
Tell the best we on they toes Five country grammar boys and banana platinum
No gold like
That's what they say when they pull up on these
And that old Dr. J on A.V.A.
Congratulations this world is past races Been in bad places but it's still seen races
Got no patience so I haul off, go wall off, refuse to follow
Got a room at the wall off with a saw off
Then I take the wall off, hit the mall off with a sag
Hockey jersey do rag
Fitted still stickin' two different shoes
Thought you a tag