[Part I: Dedication]
[Verse 1]
You n*ggas can't play on my instrumentation
You can read a book without a justification
I'm a beast, I'm a wolf, call that animalation
Man I ripped up this game: no mutilation
I'ma prove you wrong, mark your corrections
I know I ain't a chain but I got connections
And I know that haters only gon' result in me hating
But I take em back to school: education
[Hook]
Yeah, it’s a celebration
A dedication to all you haters
Who gon’ be hating and underrating
But that doesn't faze me ‘cause I know that I'll make it
[Verse 2]
I got a problem with haters
How you gon hate something that's so amazing?
My pace and my fragrance is something you're craving
I'm black and I'm fly: am I a raven?
There's recuperations
Bad people do bad things, it's basic
There's no relation
Reality's fake and watch my dictation, I'mma lead a nation
I'ma keep you waiting, the p*ss I'm taking
I'm getting high off this sh*t: elevation
Turn up the bass and if you haters don't feel me
I'll feel myself: masturbation
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
This is domination
Where I come from beats go on vacation
The streets stop and stare
‘Cause we stand out like fingers in your...uh
My room is vacant
Let’s go occupy that sh*t little lady
I hear what you're saying
I'ma fight back: retaliation
You n*ggas can't play on my PlayStation
You can read a book without paying attention
I'm a killer, mic thriller, call that criminization
Man, I ripped up this game like tearing some papers
I'm a prove me right; watch me make it
Got a suit for my birthday but I ain't naked
And I know that haters only gon' result in me hating
But I turn eggs to babies: fertilisation
[Hook]
[Outro]
I'm a real deal I don't fake it
I am gonna do whatever it takes to make it big
What can I say, kid?
All I wanna do is get naked
Dedication
[Part II: A Billi]
[Verse 1]
A billionaire
I'm an unsigned millionaire
Money in blood is burning in the air
I got a question for these haters
Do you really wanna test this?
You say that you ball but you're more like testes
And I'm balling if you let me
I'll be Scorcher you be Dappy
And the millions of fans will be in the stadium clapping
And a million don't count to nothing nowadays
A billion is where the real hustlers get paid
I'm ill but I ain't ever stepped into the ward
Cut that flow ‘cause I'm going in hard
I'm a finish at the start: 400 metres
I'm the guy who pulls the trigger ‘cause I'm shooting for the stars
Said I'm shooting for the stars
Leather jackets fine clothes
I got money for my b*tches, that's some million dollar hoes
I got money for my b*tches and I got a lot of those
I got money for the fishes; I got a lot to throw
[Hook]
Motherf*cker I'm ill
Motherf*cker I'm ill
[Verse 2]
They say I'm rapping like Lil Wayne or Dre, I say okay
Because my flows so tight it’s like I've been in here from day
Now If I start singing don't compare me to Drake
Compare me Breezy ‘cause his flow's okay
And I don't want beef you can call me vegetarian
My flow is so equestrian ‘cause I'm on dis ting like a Jamaican, yuh
Yeah, I'm on my weave like an African girl
Now take it to church like an Anglican, swerve
Jesus please have mercy, swerve
I know I don't deserve it, swerve
All these people I've been hurting, swerve
Just take down the curtain, swerve
[Hook]