[Verse]
Say a million two times in the mirror
Then I appear behind you to remind you with the coupon and two nines
The coupon's the real ya
In for the sales of the product is narcotics
The two nines to k** ya
The two mills represents the two deals
You don't get it then you will
It's over, you n***as over the Dru Hill
We in the mili- terra
Nickel, I'm still the sheriff
I John Doe the flow, I'm from the Dilla era
And I'm guilty of pushing the pen and pencil
What I'm writing, I should be put in the penitentiary
In a sense we push raw, me make blow
It's give or take, you give us cake, we take dough
And our battling ain't in a n***a make-up
It's five G's on your chest like an A-cup
A hundred thousand dollar chain like my face up
Tell Mistah F.A.B. get his cash when he wakes up
Ya n***as sleeping, it's a dead issue
If our issue is bread, you got a dead issue
And I ain't taking about it cause that's a fed issue
Like a vest, write the check or let the lead hit you
Ya ain't getting it, I'm going over their heads
But I ain't dumbing it down cause I'm getting it
Yes, getting it, who you should try to kick it with
You ain't inside of my circle, you probably wishing it
n***as is eating inside it, it's like Christ-i-mas
It ain't no eating outside it, it's not a pic-i-nic
On top of cream, my whole team be popping things
You n***as got a square circle like the boxing ring
And now you ask who the best rapper
That's a silly question, you should use the X factor
That's like asking Slim Shady who the best cracker
The tec clapping out the hollow tip chest crackers
Straighten your face up, that ain't a diss
I got solaces to feds, that ain't a tip
DA wanna indict me
Because I came in Gucci mane so icy
I got a b**h who will marry who ain't the wifey
I'm the franchise boy, I don't own a white tee
Purp Label, Prada
Hurt me, slay me, nada
Multiple threats on my life, I'm still living it
I'm still hanging in places you ain't visited
I got a b**h I be f**ing that's a contortionist
I give her beef, compete, and stick a fork in it
Please, I cum on her spine and watch her lick it up
Spit it out on the table and then sniff it up
Nasty, because she had no daddy
Ya n***as put-putting around with no caddie
Right now, I'm dead wrong
This nine will put your memory on the ground like a headstone
Living legend, physical specimen
Ghostwriter, like us the invisible session
We in the richest white Benz's, see the kicks is
Quite tremendous, I call it the Jena 6's
Misbehave 'til the beat fades
My life's one big party without the DJ