Yeah you bullshitters can't stop me other rappers can't top me
They both try hard to copy but our work still sloppy and knock me
I'm the real deal boss of the city still
Regardless if I sell a hundred thousand or I sell a mill
I'm already platinum I'm already paid
With eight cars a big house that's already laid
Was already made before the major deal
I pull a Bentley out the lot and felt how that feel
I turn corners through the hood behind my Phantom wheel
And you can find me in the hood on chill still
Labels must've got tired of hearing me say fuck a deal
Cause they put something in my pocket made a nigga chill
The shit changed man it's a new game man
Y'all went for real now I'm getting for real fame man
They asking questions like why the hell he did this
And my reply is get the fuck out of my business
I'm the boss cause I do what I choose
I refuse to lose you niggas got a nigga confused
Get off my dick and quit trying to dictate my moves
I'm still climbing higher and higher my grind on cruise
Keep your opinions to yourself and don't speak on mine
You ain't gon catch no fish trying to watch my line
Just lay back put your locs on and watch me shine
I drove this car this far don't try to stop me now
And it don't matter if a nigga go platinum or gold
I'm still good in the hood how I got it before
Hooked up with Star Trak and went got it some more
Now the feds can't tell what I got on the low
