[Chorus]
I've been doing this consistant,I ain't neva changed,every studio I visit it was set in flames (FIRE)
If you respect the game, get your money, F the fame, twist up your your fingers nigga let em know what set you claim,  hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem , where they mack and revolve em if he ask for a problem,  walk up in the building clack
up and rob em, harlem nigga, the men in black couldn't guard em

[Verse1:]
(hey) I'm in the rover grining wit a couple older women, and all the windows down just so you can know I'm winning
(yea thats me) but if the doja trippin' trust there wont be no avenges(why)
I'll put you all in trunks, like you niggas going swimming (blaat)
Get you off quick, for the slow dough I'm spinnin (what's dat?)
You'll see a row of henchmen(when?)
soon as I throw a lincoln, not to overmention nigga you was cheap(why
If you cripple me, I'd still be on my feet, lyircally I'm heat, turn these creeps into dirt garbage(basura) I got that
hunger that you had when you first started,  hood to the burbs(suburbs)hardest truly a G(who?) JR writer that nigga you
salute when you see , cuz

[Chorus:]
I've been doing this consistant,I ain't neva changed,every studio I visit it was set in flames 
If you respect the game, get your money, F the fame, twist up your your fingers nigga let em know what set you claim,  hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem , where they mack and revolve em if he ask for a problem,  walk up in the building clack
up and rob em, harlem nigga, the men in black couldn't guard em

[Verse2:]
I'm a diplomat OC, yous a midget scrap  stop, for this fifth or mack  pop, sit you in a black box,  got my fitted
cap twisted back, in the lac  drop, theres some chick i mack, in the back givin that  top, I'm a smooth mothafucka, with
killa rap  props,  the kid is trash  not, I am skipping past  hot, you ain't spittin crack rock,  new airs with the
see-through  fronts,chump(why?)  so you can see me diplomat socks  ha,  you ain't heard of who? i skip by in convertibles,
at summer jam i was performing for 50,000 thousand, where were you?
fuck what they said, you forever a biter, and ain't got enough swag to be better then writer, cuz

[Chorus:]
I've been doing this consistant,I ain't neva changed,every studio I visit it was set in flames 
If you respect the game, get your money, F the fame, twist up your your fingers nigga let em know what set you claim,  hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem , where they mack and revolve em if he ask for a problem,  walk up in the building clack
up and rob em, harlem nigga, the men in black couldn't guard em