Let me reintroduce who I am, Sensations over ya frame, Taking over is my Aim, Characteristically I mold the game, Your flow to mine is not the same, STACY, when I fall on ya ear drum, You awaken but never hear from the last lame you talking to too, I count stacks his count is through, Moving on next to who in the industry does it like I do, Recognize - I thought you knew this brotha whose eyes know no hue, Only optimism I see, For the haters I do agree, so dont compare me to any one but I only, When I spit its like a dunk, LeBron on the court when I run these plays like I'm Madden, this maddness got me straight laughin still ya chick i got her gaggin YA DIG

the last time i realized why i seek out losers to stomp, cause if they wanna romp wit a dude like me they see the wickedness of my rhyme how i drop bombs ya mean none match my creative glow, so ill do it alone till they let me in the door to tell why im for sure,

Next up to mound that kid wit the NY sound,
my real homies give me pound,
we make the clubs spin around
turn heads/ gettin bread/ wildin out/ no need for lead/
wanna take it to the streets/ you be out for the count for weeks/
too real for tv/ in yo town they scoping me/
ready to get paid for my shows i rip/
think it was a trap house how i hold it/
only the knowledge that i spit/
2 intriguing you wont forget/
meanwhile my decision is to make a impact/
to make the fans clap/ fakers splat against the windshield
gripping wood grain and chrome wheels/ in a two seaters wit fony chics and fly divas/
pick u up to not need ya/ only the d*ck i feed ya/
ya dig, or not get gone/ cause young boy in the zone/ my drastic measure not here to fool/
you not making news/ no need for introduction but in case your discussing/
make it known who i be/ no regrets in how i suceed/
funny how haters wanna chime in as i proceed/
a dream half man amazin/ and still rising young ssss and im gone
loolololol aye yo im so focused!

Recognize the lyricist, no match in how i be husslin this, tryna bite my style and that that face gets stomped wit a swift kick, my aggression is taking over, you throw pebbles, i throw boulders, brushing dirt off my shoulder, this fly young kid getting growner, my appeal, unbeatable, my skills, unbelievable, dipping in a 6 4, wit the wheels that spin under the buckets, my team tryna stack duckets, you hate it cause ya girl love it, i smile a pants melt, ready for this here skelter no heckler or jocksta im here to unfold ya out

man im too for real for this... holla at me when its booth time for real