Fuck you, come up here then. Oh wow, big pussy. You guys ready? Shut your bitch ass up, nigga. Fuck you to anyone that claim that they got me When my heart was low it turned to karma karma But time to think about my gallery, all been dispersed The truth is everything we need, can we agree with that? Your group is over without being on the album I'm back and ready, Karen had to bring it out me I love to hate but these days I'ma keep it classy Niggas I made, I love to see them boys surpass me Flavor flavor, the world we keep it nasty Jesus my savior, all my masters like masterpiece I can't explain it, all you know is how magic be You gotta bring it if you getting on the track with me This shit is classic, I ain't even been out a week The show is over nigga, please stop harassing me Stop asking me, it's bad enough for me to deal with this tragedy On my own, on my way Listen to me nigga Ooh boy, you still a bitch boy You ain't do a shit boy It's that murder shit boy, it's that learn to destroy The label needed 35 minutes of music It's the true shit, faggot nigga outta Houston Doing whatever the fuck I'm supposed to do Marching at the show, surprise when it gets true Rouse go loco, we leaning to their amusement At the show, sticking photos with all the new fans I don't roll so low, need the crew to maneuver Through the loose and dark and stupid kind of movements Inject the hope into a generation Of a lot of lonely motherfuckers sick of waiting We ain't taking all the bitches to the fucking faces Just to let some fuck niggas come around and say some fake shit My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing but a hustle Can't nobody tell me shit, I made it out the jungle