Cover my tracks like butter so where the bread be 
I say beef is dead meat who that the president yeah me 
No one scare me, and you ain't gotta double dare me 
Hear me loud and clearly rats aren't near me 
wiretap niggaz get blood in they earpiece 
I'm from New Orleans nowhere near peace 
Pure Beast, Fear Free, Dear Grief 
Catch up bitch I'm in gear three 
zoom gone, see ya peace drop one finger 
F**k 'em and whoever made 'em 
I will hurt whoever love 'em cause I hate 'em 
Lookin' for a lady, high and sedated 
Got her to the pad, I 'on't know how a nigga made it 
She gave me relations, so now we related 
The morning comes, the picture faded 
Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light 
Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike 
Can I get a mic or a mic and a half 
That's Source homie, shout out to the editing staff 
I'm all grown, so much better with math 
I need a spread in the Forbes takin a Benjamin bath yeah 
I'm servin' this track like, Stephen Graph yeah 

Roger Federer, there's no competitors 
Niggaz know my rhetorhic, bitches know my preference 
Young God baby, all them other niggaz reverends 
Sittin in my big house surrounded by my weaponries 
I keep them away like I got leprosy 
Chopper right next to me loaded up wit pepper seize 
Got an extra clip but that's only for my especiallies 
(Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you 
Disrespect a nigga game what kinda referee is you 
Swallow it slow, make a nigga ride wit the pistols 
Cuzz the fakest niggaz ride wit the pistols 
Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistols 
And if you stand over my body I'll probalie kill ya 
Yeah, now I feel it, Weezy the realest 
I wear a lot of Bathing Ape cuzz I be wit gorillas 
He what they talkin bout topic of the conversation 
product of determination 
stop playin you are not up in my situation 
I get money like a caucasian, the car red so the car cajun 
Stop hatin, y'all ballers I'ma sports agent 
Wait a minute lemme translate it, It's 
Weezy not the father motherf**kin Baby