I'm here on the hate tip, battling fake shit
You hopin' for a slice, but I take the whole cake, bitch
Workin' for cabbage, I'll take it for free, b
Lookin' for freebies, and bitches with no fees
Keys for my whip be, in my front pocket
I'm ready to Glock it, when you try to stop me
Beat me like Rodney, I'll slap you like Sugar Free
You try to fuck with me and wind up in a mortuary
Accordingly, homie, I approach the mic cordially
Courting the stage, I got lyricsm calling me
Stolen beats? Whatever, take your whole image
I'll use it to steal your bitch, run when you see us