Verse 1: Mike  Chucks on the feet, hundreds on the laces
 You ain't sayin' nothin' 'less you talkin' big faces
 Same on the T, L's on my jeans
 Everythin' clean so I'm fly as angel wings
 And I got a bunch of dreams but they don't mean nothin'
 [bad word] tryna kick it like they Vicki B's husband
 See we stuntin', trees he be puffin'
 Got nothin' on me, baby you don't need substance
 And I ain't in pursuit unless she's Mike Jack Bad [bad word] like math, smooth like jazz
 Never lose my swag got my back like a sponsor
 Iceberg cool still burn like contra
 Name another [bad word] that could take off without a launcher
 Fresh, and all my bombs Adams like Yolanda

Chucks on the feet, hundreds on the laces
 You ain't sayin' nothin' 'less you talkin' big faces
 Same on the T, L's on my jeans
 Everythin' clean so I'm fly as angel wings
 And I got a bunch of dreams but they don't mean nothin'
 [bad word] tryna kick it like they Vicki B's husband
 See we stuntin', trees he be puffin'
 Got nothin' on me, baby you don't need substance
 And I ain't in pursuit unless she's Mike Jack Bad [bad word] like math, smooth like jazz
 Never lose my swag got my back like a sponsor
 Iceberg cool still burn like contra
 Name another [bad word] that could take off without a launcher
 Fresh, and all my bombs Adams like Yolanda

Verse 2:
 Probably the sickest [bad word] spittin' that isn't really known
 And they think that I'm from Houston cause I like my music slow
 Got a high school diploma, I'm gettin' every dollar
 Rough neck [bad word] had to fix my collar
 Wake up in the mornin' feelin' big like Texas
 Death to any [bad word] tryna take my breakfast
 No hesitation dog you shouldn't even bother
 Ask my father even he know I'm a king like Arthur
Gave you a warnin', now you facin' hazards
 [bad word] they fiend for I call it blue magic
 Pure [bad word] [bad word] I call it blue magic
 [bad word] Maybach Music, this is brand new Jag [bad word]  [bad word] Teddy Pain this is Teddy Pendergrass [bad word]  It's like I've never been healthy, sicker than your average
 Game on lock, chain on the same
 Screens in the whip and they goin' fall like rain
 Ice in that [bad word]  so it's cold like hail
 Like [bad word] find a [bad word] that don't feel me like brail

Verse 3:
 Yeah, I'm a know-it-all, can't tell me nothin'
 Greedy genius I just want it all like my cousin
 I don't need it but I still take the cars and the girls
 Went from bout gettin' the money to about gettin' the world
 I'm a real [bad word] man, I ain't dealin' with the haters
 Only time I start writin' is when [bad word] outta paper
 Even then my flow sick, so I probably won't need it
 Say you're makin' moves, but I probably won't see it
 [bad word] you could rap, but you like to front
 See me in the 'lac, tell your [bad word] bring a blunt
 My [bad word] I'm back, meet me in the front
 Call this everythin' that's yours cause that's everythin' I want