作词 : Darold D. Brown Ferguson, Jr./Oscar Hammerstein II/Sigmund Romberg
 作曲 : Tyler Marenyi
I feel like imma giant but I’m 5’8”
I feel more defiant when y’all hate
Y’all the only ****** running in the car race
Serve a ***** with the butter like Parkay
Rap ****** all soft so strange
I’m a little bit of Pac, bit of Kanye
You a little bit of Fox and Beyonce
Any beef come to me get sautéed
You’re the fake ones running with the hard face
Bet that pump to your tongue make your heart race
And I hope you take it all the wrong way
Leave you slumped by the bum at that bar place
This red light put your ass in a dark place

You a trill ***** get your ************* hands up
You a real ***** get your ************* hands up
You a real ***** get your ************* bands up
You a real ***** get your ************* hands up

Celebration, coronation, no debating, crown me king I’m tired of waiting
People’s champ I gotta face it
You disgracing, people sense it that you faking
I’m the lord I might go Satan with the flow and take him out, annihilate him
No mistaking, new sensation, Hood Pope pulling up to rule the nation
And I came a long way from a stash house
Now I switch spots like a dalmatian
Little kid paid by the crack house
And I got my moms out when my ass made it
Gotta understand when I black out
I don’t give a **** ‘bout a wack hater
I don’t give a **** ‘bout a rap favor
Need to bow to the Lord, say all your prayers

You a trill ***** get your ************* hands up
You a real ***** get your ************* hands up
You a real ***** get your ************* bands up
You a real ***** get your ************* hands up