Hello Pt. 1

Damn...

How the fuck did I get here

Last year I was a nobody

I mean

Nobody

That managed me, couldn't even last one year

But now them niggas see my last drop

They mad that I dropped back

Like a Brett Favre right after the sack

Yeah

Hmm

Now I'm in this bitch like a pap smear

Hmm

Now I'm in this game like that name of the EA nigga with that fat chin and gray hair

Is Nia Long here?

I got a long dick

That get up quick

Like Supreme Cutlass

Somebody tell her I said that

And you don't need a motherfuckin' class to

Understand where my head's at

I'm

Sick as a baby with insufficient Similac

If Michael Jackson sent a verse and I ain't like it

Send it back

I take my shit

Serious as Bruce Bruce

Taking a constipated dump

In the bitch that Biggie mentioned's lap

If you caught that line, you felt a fuckin' slap

You could sniff that line and know that shit was smack

They should have never let a nigga in

Let alone let a nigga back

And now I'm kinda mad

Cuz

This industry

Told me I wouldn't last

I bite my tongue

Lock my jaw, hold my mouth and I still laugh

Put everyone on blast in front of my blam blam

Get to the club

Then I beat on they' buzz like

Bam Bam

Damn

How the fuck did I get here

Last year I was a nobody

I mean

Nobody had ever dreamed

I would make it past the common fear

Of risk taking

I'm racing like a Jamacian

On steroids running the 400 my skill is unfair

I can write fucking circles round yo ass like a small booty getting prepared for butt shots here...

So Listen up, I'm a killa

Don't mix it up

I might kill yeah

Behind your back like I'm Bishop

When I attack like militia

The type to buss on ya sister

Then hug your mom after hittin' her

And if the semi don't hit ya

I drop a bomb that won't miss ya

That's for ya family mister

Miyagi kicking that knowledge

Like Uncle Sam when I bitch ya

Give me yo' money

Li'l buddy

Or I'll be forced to come get ya

Kick open the door

Like who is ya?

Get down on the floor like I

Pimped ya

Now I'm on an island like skipper

With a bad lil bitch...former stripper

You know we' gone off the liquor

(HOOK)

Don't look at me and think you can't be touched cuz ahh...

I might

Might

I might just bust

Got my Uptown niggas and they don't give a fuck an' ahh...

They might they might they might just bust

Got my Landover niggas with, the flock in the cut and ahh...

They might they might they might just bust

Know some Southside niggas that do not give a fuck and ahh...

They will bust

(Verse 2)

Niggas wonder how my buzz growing?

I did a damn good job, right?

Conference calls with my squad every single night

After that

Call my broad

She gon' do me right

She gon' blow the pipe

Like she Tina

After that I Ike

Beat the pussy up

Like what do love gotta do with it?

Nothing bitch

Get the lubricant on

Do it quick

For I lose it, trick

Easy E, he too

Ruthless

Who is this?

I'm that nigga that killed it

After I nailed it like it's Jesus on a crucifix

I'm with my Jews from Jerusalem

Told me if I keep

Making fire

They gon' make the flames lucrative

So I'm cooped in the studio for the coupe

If a nigga in my way, get the blakka then halooket him

Ryu and Ken

Couldn't kick knowledge

Like I can

Made your favorite rapper

Kick rocks like hiking

Climbing up the pedestal after that I stool on you fools like a goddamn pigeon when it's flying!

*bird noise*

I did a damn good job right?

I use to wiki favorite albums every single night

Eminem

Pharcyde

Even Gladys Knight

To be the best thing that ever happened

When I'm on the mic

Catching one way flights

No cash to get back

Just to bag contacts

Like I work at Lens Crafters

Back when I used to feel cursed

And a verse was the only way to get the hex reversed