Ready?
Yeah

I was told by God to bar rap
I thought he meant go to bars, buy bottles and all that
As far back as I care to remember I been very stupendous
Birds flockin', coppin' furs, watches, canaries in pedants
I reinvented after I quit and then buried the image
Uncle Joe told me, "Take care of your business"
Hoes know me, I'm the only nigga famous in the D you still see
On the block ballin', answerin' my callin'

So you know my bitches wide bodied
My whip is wide bodied, religion, godbody, uh
I walk up in here like this is my party
Gettin' these hoes' numbers like, this is my callin', uh, my callin', uh

Either they're criticizin' the music, comparin' numbers
Or makin' America great again, wearin' rompers
I ran bundles for that clown, I can't mumble
Or stand stumble, I sat down, I stand humble

Prhyme
Take the boxing gloves off
Hand 'em for the gods
We do it for the music
'Cause I rise to the top, then I lay it down flat
Prhyme
Take the boxing gloves off
Hand 'em to the gods
We do it for the music
'Cause I rise to the top, then I lay it down flat

I'm what you call a boss, I buy the booth then do the toast
I don't floss though, I inspire the youth to do the most
Lemon pepper wings from Hooters flow, the coolest though
I swing on you quick if you misconstrue us 'cause you the hoe
I come from the school of hard knocks, only the truest rose
Sippin' from a chalice that's Michigan College, blue and gold
Feel like I belong here, though I'm labeled as garbage
A born-player which maybe my callin'
Maybe I was made for trickin' dollars and misbehavin' in Starlit's
Breakin' a misses heart with her sister and maid of honor
She's conflicted 'cause she watches me go out in the streets and
Lose the very same respect she witnessed me make and honor
And I got all this stuff, but I'm stuck being alcoholic, bruh
Therefore I'm all mixed up, like Aunt Jemima
My pants cost a thousand
They made by designers with names
I done forgot 'cause I cannot pronounce them

And all my bitches wide bodied
My whip is wide bodied, religion, godbody, uh
I walk up in here like this is my party
Callin' my side chick up like this is my callin', uh, my callin', uh

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Anthony Markeith Reid, Christopher Edward Martin, Ryan Daniel Montgomery