| How hard was it for you to get the mic then, early on, as a DJ? |
| Artists living comfortably |
| Yo, yo |
| Just let off a couple |
| I am, I am still having fun, it’s been like two years, and my 24th album, |
| and I feel |
| Let me try some shit |
| It’s big unc on the checkout |
| Leather Stacy Adams boot when I step out |
| More muscle, I pull a piece of your neck out |
| Bake a cake and only serve it when it’s fresh out |
| Off the oven rack, bottom crispy like a hundred stack |
| Cuttin' down oak, I’m a lumberjack |
| I get a thought then I move on it |
| Take a needle, drag it across a plate and cut a groove on it |
| It’s solidified, I’m gifted (You got a gift) |
| Password protected, the hard drive’s encrypted |
| I told the sample lay on the ground and then I stripped it |
| Sprinkle magic in the batter before I whipped it |
| Duck down low when the fire spark |
| I peel off all you saw was a tire mark |
| Never knew a day off existed, I’m way off of the grid |
| Got over like a fat rat then slid |
| Inside a backpack the Mac is hid |
| Flavor packages I set inside the sauce like a rack of ribs |
| Money trust, you dead to me if I don’t know you twenty plus |
| Go in a booth wear a helmet and ride the funny bus |
| This is just a little freestyle to vent |
| Blowin' like the AC when it seep out the vent |
| Keep it contained it just leaks out the pen |
| I spit, clear my throat and then release out the phlegm |
| Put pressure on a piece of coal and then squeezed out a gem |
| Come out the left, kings of the kitchen showed me how to chef |
| Try keepin' up and you’ll be out of breath |
| I give you style but nothing is free |
| It’s on the arm but nothing is free |
| Get it for cheap but nothing is free |
| Show you the style but nothing is free |