Oh, y'all wanna go to the nineties?
Y'all wanna go retro?
That's what we doin'
Oh that's one of my specialties

[Chorus]
(get busy y'all)
You better watch me
You better watch me
You better watch me
You better watch me

Let's get it poppin'
They like this boy rotten
I'm like I better pick ? then pick cotton
And sometimes gotta see cats to blow
I was blessed with that twenty/twenty vision fa sho'
See its twenty mil a year twenty years in a row
First twenty mil came when I was twenty years old
I average right around twenty% on my dough
Fast forward twenty years then compare my flow
Difference is I own mine and you still owe
Slackin' in your mackin' can't save a hoe
Speculatin' at the bar over mohetoe
Like I betchya fall off, oh no he won't
So I so spit better, oh no he don't
Under twenty ass fifty if you feelin' to go
Over thirty ass Rakim I ain't no joke
I'm dirty his jaws drop off wicked and went

[Chorus]

Still bangin' both, still hangin'
Look like a, thank god its still rainin'
I'm light on my feet, you can't judge me by the weigh-in
It's hard to grasp some of the shit I be sayin'
It fly's over your head like a second string is
You can't comprehend me
You couldn't place a decimal on the paper I'm makin'
Fly man can't appreciate on castles creation
No wonder y'all keep hatin'
Is L really ? young boy's debatin'
You play johnny ? I'll keep on cakin'
You can't compare me to them line for line
I'm beyond that I represent ? of time
Classic my style can't be defined
I'll be relevant forever, get it through your mind
Just watch me

[Chorus]

(I see you)
Two steppin' in the club
With my L in the air
And a bottle of bub
(I see you)
Two steppin' in the club
With my L in the air
And a bottle of bub
(I see you)
Two steppin' in the club
With my L in the air
And a bottle of bub
(I see you)
Two steppin' in the club
With my L in the air
And a bottle of bub
(I see you)

Back on the scene, back reppin' queens
Turnin' Def Jam back into a marketing machine
Now we talkin' autographs, cheers and laughs
I got interns tellin' niggas kiss they ass
Cause we back on top, ain't nobody this high
Just them niggas is mad whether they say it or not (haha)
I thought I told ya that we don't top
Tell all them sucka MC's jump on the jock
And watch me

L's up
L's up
L's up
Put ya L's up
Come on
L's up
L's up
L's up
Put ya L's up
Come on
L's up
L's up
L's up
Put ya L's up
Come on
L's up
L's up
L's up
Put ya L's up
Come on, yeah

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHUCK RIO, JAMES SMITH, JOEL ROPER, MARLON WILLIAMS, VINCENT DAVIS