All that diamond dust blowing up your host
Flamboyant obstacles
Deals made to cope, wow
These b-boy [bad word] (?)
Shots at all you soft niggas, huh
I diss and recline
Rise of the lost, yeah, yeah!
Yeah yeah!
No yeah!
Yeah yeah!

Yeah Yeah
Hey, here we stand
Slave to networks master plans
Swag's the brand, open a can
Change off still, y'all never ran
I brag I boast I kill I coast I toast to cake and crime
Doing the most, a stronger dose of king at leisuretime
So
So your grace or mine
Don't these legs fantastasize
Gang signs point to hang them high
Who, Swindle, oh yeah, that's my guy
The forecast equal chance to blast
Hustle though sure don't seem fast
My kiss my list my dreams my stash
See, certain things need not be asked

You think I'm selfish, exist only to wish on stars
Lay in wait, then cut the bars and then go ice the guards
Touch the hood and go kiss granny, catch a box of food
Play the blade and feel that sunlight till you're in the mood

But who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think who you are?
Who do you think who you are?