Yeah, yo, yeah, check
Hmm
Can't nobody fuck with this?
Can't nobody fuck with this?
Yeah, yo, check, ay
Yo, I'm second to none, I jump the gun like I'm on the run
Now I'm spitting heat off the tongue, emotional, I'm numb
Already passed him, competition is fucking done
I'm going dumb, my talent level is big as Pun
Lightweight heavy, show and proved and I'm ready
She keep me in her whispers, we fuck like we rockin' steady
How I get all my angles, I hit it quicker than Jet Li
Shorty call me handsome, I beat it up like a dead beat
From the Wild West, lyrical gunslinger
Black and white attire like I'm '98 Stinger
Now my motor revving, my gas dripping like resin
Spitting lead like Zeppelin on my stairway to heaven
I'm levels above, I sweep his talent under the rug
People did me dirty, I ain't say, just out of love
Used to be around me, now they watching in envy
Bitch, I'm in a faster whip, I'm a gas past empty
Yo, I'm second to none, I jump the gun like I'm on the run
Now I'm spitting heat off the tongue, emotional, I'm numb
Already passed him, competition is fucking done
I'm going dumb (that's a wrap), my talent level is big as Pun (yeah)
Yo, my lyrical combat versatility Van Damme
Pull up with a bad bitch smoking dope in a TransAm
Now I'm going nuclear, spittin' flames like Bam Bam
Brock Lesnar bars hit Purdy from Sac' to San Fran'
Now I'm on the map, he would kill to be just where I'm at
On a higher altitude, couldn't reach where I climb at
Hits I'm making lately'll end his shit like a line back
Way I'm spitting lately, spit on her clit, make her climax
(Oh, man)
(Jam spitter)
