who you think you steppin, steppin into to my lair, this my kingdom if you weren't yet aware, you wouldnt step to me, not even if you fucking dared, i am an icon, you just the wooden chair yes i am classy, yes i get ratchet, tell it how it is, thats just how i have it, steppin to the mic, and i speak in magic, i'd like to see you try, try to see you match it, i aint holdin back, aint you know i get nasty, i just soldier on, work my way to where the cash be, you think you fronting huh oh no you just trashy, you think you all that, like who been fucking gassin? you know i get win the race, first verse you be crashing, revving up my engine, undercover lights flashing, but i dont stop for none, and no they wont catch me, what you do i do it better, never quit i never let up, playing nice thats a set up, i'ma take you where the trash be want some advice, well if you ask me, get your own vibe, you cant catch this, you cant have this, i invented this style, got it polished and i practiced, say you bout it, i'd like to see you match it, you got less fire then a box of empty matches, you such a damn liar, you been talking mad shit, i been in my lane, you been swerving in the traffic, stay out the damn way, or you end up with the has beens, you know i birthed you though you're delusional and ratchet, eating at my flows like a damn maggot, got some spray for these bugs, no really its all love, I'm the andre you aint a shutter bug, you been outta luck and you been in the clubs, i be getting paid to just show up, respect me as you please, ignore me thats a plus, but get in my damn way then we're gonna see some buzz