Yeah, I'm the man right now, I don't really know about the player right now, huh?I'm unconvinced right now, I'm in the club, bout to blow a couple grand right now, likeyeah, I don't even know about them, I don't even know about themYeah, I got my squad and we goin' so hard, I ain't really need no friendsI mean it's really not a game so don't play with meYou gotta really be down if you can't with meI'm tryna be that one thing, no A-MarieI'm Sam Smith with your bitch cause she stay with me, it's like thatI'm in the bag, I got my squad, I spit crackI shake your hand, never give a damn, bout to get it right nowWhen I'm rockin' all blackMoosh when he came through and he killin'Everybody in the whole crew, we be yellin'Everybody in the whole crew, like, so what?Makin' money off of YouTubeOn your iPod, bitch, no, YouTube, yeahI don't do it how I used toI said I do it for the blood, motherfuckerAnd really made the music and my drug, motherfuckerI spit it semi-saucy with the cupYeah, I be in the clubI was on the motherfuckin' surfI was on the busThen I had to get in with the plugBitch, you know I do it for the love, motherfuckerI'm ill, yeah, motherfucker, I'm illMotherfucker, I'm ill, yeahMotherfucker, I'm ill, yeahTell me, how do you feel?It's that 98 Benz juvenile flowGirl, put me out the crib, movin' out flowYou know I'm really with the ***s, what you blow, though?The block gettin' real hot, cool it down, whoaYeah, it's all right here, what you wanna do?You know I got the word for you when you comin' throughAnd if it ain't about the money, then we done with youMy son got a gold chain, cause he want it tooYeah, you gotta know what you wantYoung boy gettin' paid like the first of the monthI got the youngins in the back, got the work in the frontAnd everything is all good till I open the trunkYeah, look, I'm not a tough guyBut the tree so good, got me dumb, huh?And I ain't messin' with the molly, only sometimesAnd I can put that on my momma, you can trust, guyAnd I'm the man with the juice, I'm the one guyI gotta take the last shot when it's crush timeYou know I hit the west coast for the sunshineI got that pimp *** goin' through my bloodlineAnd look, now you should know one thing, I'm a playerIf you bring it round the way, I'm a slayerMan, I'm all up in your bag, I'm a raiderNo, I do not wanna talk, see you later, huh?Yeah, motherfucker, I'm illSquang affiliatedMotherfucker, I'm illReal *** real, yeahMotherfucker, I'm illOkay, bring me out of you, PhilSame kid with a brand new chickGot a brand new verse and a brand new bitchGot some brand new money and a brand new fitTo tell a brand new hater, suck a brand new dickGirl, these tan brown nuts ain't hearin' your opinionI'm the man of the hour, but I'll be there in a minuteWe was strugglin' pretty hard, tryna get a check, manNow my money comin' quick like my woman's ex-manLook, independent, I ain't need no helpI done made myself a champ, I ain't need no beltI'm like a public masturbator when I'm steppin' in the clubI'm in the building and I'm feelin' myselfRich Bell, be the game, boy, you know thisHey, Proud, you the man, homie, no ***I know I talk about my cock too much, butIf you ain't rootin' for the squad, you can blow dickI never switch it, except my bitches are differentI rip this *** with precision, your girl be moochin' and twistin'I'm Sam Falk, bein' real politeI'm Magic Johnson with the steedsBitch, I'm ill for my life, yeahMotherfucker, I'm illYeah, motherfucker, I'm illRich BellMotherfucker, I'm illYeah, motherfucker, I'm illYeahTell me, how do you feel?