Mr. 8 back at it, no crack at it, y'all know what the * going on
I ain't even finna just go in like that, I don't finna snap, just give me one minute
I ain't back, come on, let's tap in
I'm Mr. 8, Mr. Find A Way, bitch, I be more than scraped
Went from Nike, Canvases to white t-shirts, enjoy the eights
I been whipping up more drop than that lil' challenge with the crate
Mr. Pop out with that dog *, then put it in they face
Gotta chase a bag, I do that fast, and I can't watch no movie with ya
Ho thought she was safe and got replaced, I ain't no stupid nigga
Free left side, that be my doggy bone, bitch, that my scuba nigga
We done been through thick and thin and quick to go on through a nigga
I be out my body time for time, and boy, my mama know
Acting like it's smoke, then we don't go, pull up like dominoes
Do just what I say, if you my bae, treat me like Simon Ho
Cause I be state to state like Flava Flav, I got all kinda hoes
Having motion with no deal, be honest, what I'm signing for
Got a nigga, I got a bitch, so what you out here whiling for?
Cut her off just for the sum of her number, lock that childish hoe
Said that pussy mine, let's press rewind, you out of mileage though
Mr. 8 tap in with me, * wine and elevate
Mr. left that waterboard and hit it with a twist of fate
Nigga said that I need ad-libs to * about my face
One of them hitters, boy, you talk too much, you got too much to say
Since a nigga gave me six, but watch me turn to Dr. J
I didn't really put that metal shootout
* didn't hit his face
Nigga put rich in his name before he ever even made it
So much money in my pocket, I can make it rain daily
All my words gon' pack a punch, just like a tank
Javante Davis told my mama I was good before I ever established greatness