They gimme hate
say'n my flow too stupid,
'til they get stabbed in the heart;
no gangsta, i mean cupid/
The ladies love how I do it;
Went from Streetwise Two
to top floor with two chicks,
screamin my name at the same time
like I got two *****/
Why should I apologise for any of this;
I used to be "one broke-***",
now "I'm 2 rich"?
No bullet-holes in my clothes
yet I aint Stay-Soft.
Gettin' paid-off
wit your money
like I'm some Bernie Medoff/
The economics of sex:
I get layed, you're gettin laid-off/

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[Verse II]
I don't even blame my parents
for thinking it's pointless racket
I mean: I make records,
only to break records/
Yeah, you know who that is,
flow sharper than a cactus.
And you should call me
Skhumbuzo the baptist
how my flow so pure
and got your illness cured/
I'm all realness for sure;
bury y'all before you die,
call me The Over-taker/
Asking why their asses
ain't paid up,
Stop thinkin with your head
and start thinkin wit your brain,
it's a better asset/
Straight up: all u ignorant haters
can do is stair at
my rise to the top like n eleveator/