Thank God for the first n**** started trapping
Thank God for the first n**** started rapping
Thank God for the first girl to start stripping
And I'mma have to keep it muhf***ing real with 'em
I got a problem with these n****s
I got a problem with these b****es
Trigger finger keep itchin'
I pull it, I do it

Hang up on a b****, call it crucified
Time to go to work, no suit and tie
Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' at the telly
My n**** did a dime and he back already
Got that sack already, man we got them racks already
As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already
I tried to get a tan, but I'm black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three n****s with me, me myself and I
God don't like ugly, you should testify
My T-shirt come from Bergdorf
I make so much on a verse I take a third off
Bird call, swerve off
Bust a nut on her, tell her that's a load off
Shorty a** soft, like a Nerf ball
If you don't like what I'm doing, n****, f*** y'all

Thank God for the first n**** started trapping
Thank God for the first n**** started rapping
Thank God for the first girl to start stripping
And I'mma have to keep it muhf***ing real with 'em
I got a problem with these n****s
Got some problems with these b****es
Trigger finger keep itchin'
I pull it, I do it

Drank in my cup, hope this s*** don't spill
Pull up in the new edition
And that's word to Johnny Gill
How I come up with this s***
And all these verses that I kill
I have no imagination, everything I do for real
B**** I'm camouflage down
Put your camera phone down
If she got an a** and the girl a fan, it's going down
I'mma f*** you like I've been waiting a century for it
Give the p**** up and I'll trade you the memory for it
In the bedroom forever
That's what her roommate will tell you
Man I just hear this s*** and think about what Tunechi will tell you
He might call up Patricia
She 'bout to call up Melissa

Tell 'em come to the cribo
And do 'em both, double dribble
I'm colder than a hospital
She love the dick that I give her
Hit her from the front, back, side
Twist her like cigarillos
I put the gun to the pillow
I don't want blood on my clothes
Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh
Shoutout to all of my hoes
Tunechi

That's just how my OG would sum it up
I been working all winter just to f*** the summer up
It's just me and 2 Chainz
But the chain's never tucked though
If you don't like what I'm doing, n**** f*** y'all

Thank God for the first n**** started trapping
Thank God for the first n**** started rapping
Thank God for the first girl to start stripping
And I'mma have to keep it muhf***ing real with 'em
I got a problem with these n****s
I got a problem with these b****es
Trigger finger keep itchin'
I pull it, I do it

Well if you know like I know
That p**** pop like pyro
And she know I'm a pothead
That p**** like a pothole
I'm colder than the snot nose
Man all these hoes is my hoes
and if she bougie f*** her once
then leave her hanging, dry clothes
I just built a cemetery, n****s dying to get in
N****s lying, they pretend
Don't cross that line its paper thin
High as a star, make a wish
I'm a shark, I ate the fish
I got no heart, I hate that b****

You hate that b****, well I hate that b****
Will jump a n**** like a chessboard
Do a drive by while you're riding on your skateboard
They ain't even know it
Have Drake sing a song just to get her p**** wet
Then I take her to the crib
Man f*** that b**** right on the step
Put it in and take it back out, then I back out
Hair weave killer known to snatch the f***ing track out
Put me in the game coach, I'm the antidote
Pull up, kick, throw and take the money and the dope
True, 2 Chainz, I'm on a plane and a boat
I am so cold I need a cover and a coat
Kick it at the mall, call it football
If you don't like what I'm doing, n****, f*** y'all

Y'all ready? 1, 2, 3
Right now it's me time
A little time for myself, me time
Oh yeah, right now it's me time
Don't want no one else now, me time
B**** please don't call my phone, don't call my phone
Said I wanna be left alone, be left alone
Please, please don't stop by my home
No, no 'cause I feel it's just matter of time
Till you people make me lose my mind
I'm 'bout to leave this world behind
Right now it's me time
You need to go kick rocks now
Me time

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): AUBREY GRAHAM, DWAYNE CARTER, DWAYNE RICHARDSON, GABRIEL ARILLO, TAUHEED EPPS, THOMAS PENTZ