Now damn, I don't know what y'all been thinkin' bout But I think this right here's about to shut those damn haters down I'm from the streets that make niggas walk slow talk low When white y'all go, mi casa be siete uno ocho Brooklyn mother***er handle this problem Spanish and French I stay clever like Mayweather would lay leather Till your face sever, one of the greatest ever Beyond ringin' bells, my name's so demanding ***, I got the swagger that'll leave Dakota fanning Hope your niggas overstandin', I stay sucker free The next Kane up in the game, you ain't got enough to be Your career last week, that'll be luckily *** with me, the rap game, I need protective custody I'm the same thug that be, surrounded by women Gave the game true religion before you found it in them Feel the wrath of Kane, and you cannot escape The hip-hop version of the ringin', just watch the tape Keep your eyes on the niggas in noir Triple black in the candy-painted car, that's the color of boar Me and my brother on par with them, nigga We trio workin' a wheel, understand nigga? I'll smug-ass split a bitch down to the tendon High pressure, if you don't break your ass bendin' I'm way past sendin' them a series of warnings You plex with me tonight, player, you're dead by the morning Bumpin' to the best ever, breathin' all the Cs From the south to the midwest, Cali to the east Go to any city, nigga, and bring my name up I better eat the best rapper they got in the game up Call a nigga up, B-mail him a chirpin' Make a meal out his mother***in' ass and then burp him Don't *** around, I'm not your lil' homie I'm the king of the underground, so act like you know me We big steppin', big rappin' We givin' kids smithy westerns Lessons you get left for the sketchin' F with the midwest, click Texas G and Daddy Kane to click Texas Poppin' sapphires, poppin' planes and swift jestin's Niggas know what it is, when they see the ball cap and the slick stetson Turn your strip section to a movie clip from the westerns *** from the UbiClip, lift up your midsection Key will introduce you to the nose on a Glock fan Give you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band Multiple hoes, you get those in your top, man High roller doors, some hoes on the cock land Froze whenever Coley rolls with a hot hand We stackin' cheese till the rubber bands pop slam And I ain't great dancin' when I'm in a pop stand Bang pounds like James Brown gave him hop hand I make the good get down and open it up Put my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt I'm a young hot street flame, they call me Sweet Jane I call me Sir Jones, $200 cologne Bar 9 or Issey Miyake I got your good mind, me strong like socket I ain't rock it, but I keep a rocket *** around, I knock your tuna fish outta socket Your bitch outta pocket, she under Pimperette She reckless eyeballin', watchin' my top fallin' On my Lamborghini with the three screens, fettuccine, linguine, shrimp, and a proline What you know about gettin' cross-country? Nigga, your piece big, but your diamonds look monkey You need to take that *** back, it ain't no Emmy Diamonds, what the *** you done to that?