[Verse 1: Brand]
(OK. I Like that.)
(Lemme run through it, yeah)
I got too much games, you can't double hear my name
He going dumb-again, see I'm all about my business
Really you are just a jungle gym
He playin' watch me humble him. I guess Success too much for him
Mad Cuz I'm overachieving, its no wonder you're so under him
Fly-er than a jungle blimp, Yelling out bottom, we fly right over
Land in a place where you dont find poachers, if we got beef, I eat my opponents
With fries and a soda, everybody knows I got me eyes on the groceries-
Store, want another verse, you hear it first, I ain't Kurt Loder
No more being broke, Cuz now I got a lot of money in the Wachovia-
Bank, I ain't no joke, Prank, ? when we show up, thanks!
Got the game in the holding tank, believe you mean but this rap sh*t ain't
(Nope!)
(Chorus)
[Verse 2: Brand]
(Check it out)
Easy simple basic, Piece of cake I got this, baby
Ain't no question who's the coolest man this sh*ts a breeze, ain't it?
Brain-storm it, then I create it, say it, lay it, labels will pay it
DJ spin it, radios play it, hate it, love it, f*ck you, pay me
And you're not like, see thats it, no sh*t sherlock
I'm not a rapper but an astronaut, I'm so out-of-space you'll need burn dock
And you dont see it on your watch, Don't be ? when I come and take your spot
I dont stay in my lane, I swerve out til' a n*gga hit curb on your block
Just bein me, I do my corsa (cruising), and I sing in spanish, courtesy of my esposa (wife)
I love being different, so you know I'm not a chocha, and thats pus*y in spanish, although I get that on alosa
Now back to the story, I'm in it for the glory- in life
Tryna get over the hump, like everybody else and I know its not over night
And I dont sing, and I dont write, but oh I rap, and thats not bad
(Chorus)
(Dont worry if I write lines, I write checks)x3
(I write checks)