Re-up gang, G.O.O.D. Music, Def Jam I love my family
[Verse 1] The nerve of you, he’ll sit and clip at your lines like he ain’t heard of you I seen it happen before, that man will murder you The lowest form of a thief is a cat burglar Tiptoe-in' but the whole while clonin’ The elephant’s in the room, the bitch glowin’ Like a ghetto girl with the good weave sewn in She walk like its hers but the whole world knowin’ Told niggas it’s the new god flow It’s that New Testament and the old God knows And you new niggas don’t get to pass go I’ll monopolize Boardwalk empire flow So don’t mention me in the same breath, I’m Genghis Just venting I never wished to be famous Truth told I’d much rather be strangers Before it leads to me turnin’ niggas to angels Local niggas hatin’ but I can’t blame ‘em Clear the road to the riches but I can’t pave ‘em Put Trey up on your hook, still couldn’t save ‘em Better chance with a snowball hittin’ Satan Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's Now I’m back to the future, my career deja-vu you When you muthafuckers thought I would hardly survive
[Hook] Don't fuck with me You see, there's a lot of people out there to be fucked with I am not one Re-Up Gang Don't fuck with me
[Verse 2] Rappers on their sophomores, actin’ like they boss lords Fame such a funny thing for sure When niggas start believing all them encores I’m just the one to send you off, bonjour See yourself as I pull up in that mirror tint Skins vs. blouses, you mirror Prince Chappelle Show, all of you Neal Brennans Sketch comedy, who was for real pennin'? The talk don’t match the leather The swag don’t match the sweaters And wolves don’t walk with shepherds These Margiela verses all you mall dwellers Off-the-rack suits looking like pallbearers Coffins for my old bitches’ orphans Daddy’s MIA like a dolphin Play the Fendi bucket like a shark's fin Cool J-ing on you bitches but I’m dark-skinned We walked in, seats courtside, dap Diddy, Will Ferrell on my walk by At the US Open, there’s much more to Queens Versace blu-blockers, row behind Oracene Dreams money can buy Three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's Now I’m back to the future, my career deja-vu you When you muthafuckers thought I would hardly survive