Confidence & swagger: Page 3

Love me or hate me, I own it.

That’s all we’ve ever did was win and I’ve never responded to anything, because I’m the boss, and the boss ain’t got to respond. You keep winning.

Last week, fucked around and got a triple-double

Freakin' niggas every way like MJ

I can't believe today was a good day (Shit)

It's hard to keep a good woman down, so I keep comin'

Blow for blow, I take and I get some

Still I rise in a civilized wisdom

18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though

And too hard for the fuckin' radio

I'm a boss in a skirt, I'm a dog, I'm a flirt

Write a verse while I twerk, I wear Off-White at church

Prolly make the preacher sweat, read the Bible, Jesus wept

Like, I tried to rhyme so you couldn’t hear me take a breath.

I won't even come out the house for free

I pay a nigga to drive for me (Huh?)

JAY-Z couldn't even co-sign for me

I do what I want 'cause I'm signed to me (Damn)

If rap was a game, I'll be MVP

The most valuable poet on the M-I-C

Competition, I just devour

Like a pit bull against a Chihuahua

You're getting way too big for your boots

You're never too big for the boot

BMWs and gold rope chains don't impress me

Or get you closer to the point you could undress me

Show 'em how to move in a room full of vultures

My favorite drink my haters' tears, it calls for celebration, ayy

I had to block you, but you still gotta watch this shit

Y'all niggas was born, I shot my way out my mom dukes

Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble

Ain't nothin' but a "G" thang, baby

I don't make songs for free, I make 'em for freedom

Don't believe in kings, believe in the Kingdom

The best rapper alive

Since the best rapper retired

Excuse me, flows just grow through me

Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches

La-di-da-di, I'm going harder

Than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard

Best believe I’m gon’ sell (Yeah), if I just be myself

I give no man or thing power over me

Analyze. That's what I do to MCs

That be talkin bout they this and that, money please

Ego. I'm on my own jock skill

Cuz if I don't say I'm the best, tell me who the hell will

It's six years and countin if you think I'm a joke

Me gettin served is like Bill Gates and Oprah goin broke

I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game

I don't take advice from people less successful than me

One, two, three and to the four

Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door

Ready to make an entrance so back on up

'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip shit up

Death before dishonor, and I tell you what else

I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help

Bury me now and I only get bigger

Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreamin'

My résumé is real enough for two millennium

Do it for the love, I'm Forrest Gumpin'

In my city I'm Warren Buffett

I mean business, the shirt is tucked in

Amazed how I get so much paper

I'm more amazed how you could be such a hater

Don’t call yourself the No. 1 MC when you have somebody writing for you. Don’t walk around here like you Jay Z or you Nas. You can’t really do that.

I love when people think I'm psychologically disturbed

'Cause it means I overloaded their neurological nerves

I'm talkin down home smothered in gravy, Cool J be

Havin young ladies bustin like 380's

Some of y'all ain't writing well, too concerned with fashion

None of you ain't Giselle, cat walk and imagine

Lil' Kim not a whore

But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys

Excellence is my presence, never tense

Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick

Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike

Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson

I got renovated

I'm cocky, bitch, when I was just humble they didn't appreciate it

Young, wealthy, and ratchet, I'm the hood bitches' motivation

On top of the world, now they tried to underestimate me

It’s one thing to still be here, but it’s another thing to still be here and be fresh

Ain't met a nigga who can handle me (Handle me)

I think I should be in museums

'Cause this body a masterpiece (Yuh, yuh)

The king of monotone, with my own throne

You do what you want when you poppin'

You do what you want when you got it, huh

Don't follow crowds. Follow the innate feelings inside of you.

Jeezy the snowman, I make it winter time

Heard the streets hungry, well, its dinner time

This is my story, this is my song

If you feel it, motherfucker, you can't go wrong

There's too much money floating around; nobody has to be worried about that shit. Everybody can rule their own slot.

Feel free to hate 'cause I ain't tryna be your mate

Be serious, you wouldn't last an hour in my shoe (Woo)

Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness

Got the block hot, cause I set it off

No I'm not Weezy, bitch, I'm wheezy from that chronic cough

Well off, wealthy, LV logo (Uh-huh)

Middle of July, but the wrist on snow-flow (Swish!)

Only do the Aspens, y'all can have the Poconos (Y'all can have that)

When the pimp's in the crib, ma

Drop it like it's hot

I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dawgs now (Straight up, straight up)

We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us

Think I lost my mind, reality's so hard to find

When the devil tryna call your line, but shit, I always shine

Even when the light dim

No, I ain't God, but I'm feelin' just like Him

I got the wild style, always been a foul child

My guns go, "Boom-boom" and your guns go, "Pow-pow"

I recite hype rhymes that shine like rainbows

I pick up the microphone and play MCs like game shows