Let me gas this *** right quickFaulty something, still got it*** double platinum, I'm trying to go double profitI'm in my own lane, that independence ***They back bucket with me, a hundred thousand ***I'm a pyramid, you a squareI got that from my nigga, Shake the MayorMr. Flamboyant is back, I cut my hairThey wanna see me go pop, but the streets won't let me take it thereIt's real as they come, it's a shortage on meAuthentic, organic, no MSGThe goofy can't understand me, they party, they trueAnd they hella late, they out of touch with the streetsTheir favorite rapper is weak to me, they need to stop sleeping on meSee, I'm really from the game, man, I'm a whole nother pedigreeThey don't build them like they used to no moreMan, I'm a long bra, I'm made out of steelThese niggas made out of styrofoamThese industry ass niggas, *** emA&Rs that think that they rappers, *** emSet trippin' ass DJs, *** emClose minded program directors, *** emInternet tough guys, *** emManagers that steal and lie, *** emJanky ass promoters, *** emIf they ain't rockin' with it, 40, *** emThese funny ass acting commercialized rappers be killin' meBut they wouldn't be shootin' without radio, BET, IMTVEverybody wanna know how I got famous, how I became a celebrityI did it independently, didn't nobody sign me, partner, I signed meWhat the *** do we feel to be seen, is he really from the game?People love me, man, I'm an icon, that's more than just my slangPeople bug me, man, like a python, I squeeze on them, manWhat you think?When you gon' retire?Probably when I expireYou might not see me on the TV channelBut in a hit, I'm still hot, like the left sink handleMonster like Marlon Brando, keep it lit like a candleArsenal like Rambo, it's mandatory, I throw the torchI'm an intelligent heathen*** Chico State Police, they banned me for no reasonAnd oh yeah, just to let you suckers knowI ain't rappin' too fast, y'all just listenin' too slowThese industry ass niggas, *** emA&Rs that think that they rappers, *** emSet trippin' ass DJs, *** emClose minded program directors, *** emInternet tough guys, *** emManagers that steal and lie, *** emJanky ass promoters, *** emIf they ain't rockin' with the 40s, *** emThey thought I was this when I was really thatI've been makin' records before some of y'all was in y'all daddy's nutsackRaw than ever, matter of fact, I think I'm better than I wasHell of years ago, sellin' tapes out of liquor stuffHow many years was that, bruh?I don't know, probably 24, couple of decades or soThe late 80s, about my doughDid you pitch that, bruh?Man, I plead the fifthHow did you get rich then, though?Bitch, by doin' thisDedication and hard work, sweat and tearsThis ain't luck, this one of the worstLongest runs in any rap career, nigga, what?I got my name from drinkin' hella beers to the gutStandin' in front of my home, nicknamed by Derrick JohnGot a style of my own, put myself on me and my own moneyJust me and my family, I don't know nobodyBut my fans and my folks are my real homiesThey'll be ready to scrap if somebody say somethin' bad about meThis industry ass niggas, *** emA&Rs that think that they rappers, *** emSet trippin' ass DJs, *** emClose minded program directors, *** emInternet tough guys, *** emManagers that steal and lie, *** emJanky ass promoters, *** emIf they ain't rockin' with it, 40, *** em