I'm at the Trump International, ask for me
Double U I, double L I E
I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin' up my brother
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
Let me spell it for you
Give me a crisp pair of jeans, nigga button up
Crist' caseloads, I don't give a shit
Stuntin' on hoes, brushin' off my shirt
Head to toe 'til the day I rest
Turn the music up, turn me down
they whole style from, they try to reverse the outcome
I'm like, tough
Benz paid fo', friends they roll
I'ma snap my fingers on this one
Few divas, what more can I tell you?
This time it's for the money my nigga
White that mean that shit you write must be illy
What more can I say?
Brooklyn, stand up
So picture me lettin' these clowns nitpick at me
But ain't nuttin' on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name
The Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish
The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up
These fucks, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy
Young H-O pitch the yay faithful
I'm not the one to score points off, in fact
Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full 'head
I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead
Either that or your flow is silly, it's both
Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
Even if they patrol I make payroll
In fact, I'm just previewin' it
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride
They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me
You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked
Get my grown man on
This ain't the show, I'm just EQ'n it
We gon' let this ride into the hook
Back to the music, the Maybach roof is translucent
Prime Minister, back to finish my business up
And no I'm not through with it
You heard it all
Pound for pound, I'm the best to ever come around here
Young, Hova the God, nigga blasphemy
Private jets down to Turks and Caicos
Nigga one life to live, I can't let a day go
And I ain't animated like say a Busta Rhymes
By without me bein' fly or fresh to death
So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
For like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily
What more can I say? Guru play the beat!
Uh uh-huh uhh
And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador
I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off
With so many different flows there's one for this song
Fuck this!
Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it
Movin' wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought
But I remember vividly what these streets did to me
What more can I say to you?
Guru, let's go get 'em again
This hood, or this pop, this hot, or this strong
I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others
What more can I say?
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass
Biggin up my borough, I'm big enough to do it
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
What more can I do?
The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street
You already know what I'm about, flyin' birds down South
I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish
S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete
What up B, they can't shut up me
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list
What more can I say to you?
To groupie girls, stop false accusin' it
I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag
One-two and I won't stop abusin' it
God forgive me for my brash delivery
It's hard to yell when the bar-rell's in your mouth
Uh uh-huh
I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there
Let's go
And I don't wear jerseys, I'm thirty plus
Times that by my influence on pop culture
Paint me like a pickany
A CEO's mind, that marketin' plan was me
I know this much is true, true
Niggaz got a problem Houston! Heh
Nobody truer than, H O V
And nigga, why would I ever care?
I gave this up to you
Excludin' nobody, look what I embody
I'm in new sneakers, dual-seaters
