Verse 1
Can I talk my shit again?…
Even if I don´t hit again?
Dog are you fuckin´ kidding?
My hat, my shoes, my coat Louis Vuitton stitch
With Donatello Versace, that´s Louis Vuitton bitch
I think...Hennesey I drink I´m gone
Off that Bacardi Limon & Corona I´m zonin´
Class back in session so I upped it a grade
In two years Dwayne Wayne became Dwayne Wade
And ay please don´t start me
I´m like Gnarls Barkley meets Charles Barkley
I´m pop the Barkers… I´m the hood the Parkers
While yall was in limbo I raised the bar up
I touched on everything
Married to the game rock a chain instead a wedding ring
Yall bridesmaids catch the garter
On nights when Ye romanced
Cameras flash so much that I gotta do that Yayo dance
I´m on award tour with Common my man
After each and every show a couple dykes in the van
It´s easy the hood love to listen Jeezy and Weezy
And oh yeah Yeezy...I did it for the glory


Verse 2
What I´m supposed to do now man
the game all messed up
How I´m supposed to stand out
when everybody get dressed up
So yea at the Grammy´s I went ultra Travolta
Yea that tuxedo mighta been a little guido
But with my ego I can stand here in a Speedo
And be looked at like a fuckin´ hero
The glory, the story, the chain, the polo, the night
The grind the empty bottles of no-doze
Tank on empty whippin´ my mama Volvo
Spent that gas money on clothes with logos
The fur is Hermes shit that you don´t floss
The Goyard so hard think I´m Hugo´s Boss
Why I gotta ask what that 2-door cost
House on the hills two doors from Tracey Ross
And I´m asking bout her girlfriends yea the dark skinnded one
She asking bout the speedboats I admit we rented them
When you meet me in person what do ya feel like
I know I know I look better in real life
I hear people compare themselves to BIG a lot
Ya know BIG & Pac ya know to get it hot
I guess after I live I wanna be compared to BIG
Anyone, Big Pun, Big L or Notorious
Get money and stunt and stay glorious
And I´mma stop killing these niggas
soon as the chorus hit