Intro:

R.I.P B.I.G
R.I.P. P.A.C
R.I.P., enough of that son, it's time to O.D

Verse 1:

Pay me no mind, I am not who you read about
Don't worry about me shorty I'm not who you dream about
I'm not a star; not a legend; I'm a leader
I convert the non-believers but 'til then I'm not above the ground
Not on your radar or Rap Radar or Hot 97
Instead, I'm beer running to 7-11
Not on your posters, not on covers of magazines
Not a Freshman for XXL, I'm not a king
I'm not any of that but, listen, I'm a lot of things
Like: better than your favorite rapper honestly
Like: a nigga that just doubled up a lot of G's
Now I got a whip, I got a crib, I got a pot to pee
Right. So pay me no mind my nigga, walk past
I'm not dating Rihanna or a Kardash
I don't have a Black Card I'm paying all cash
And you can hashtag that shit in all caps
I'm a business owner and I'm a business
You should start your own, mind your business
I'm eating good, I'm gaining weight. Wait, wait, wait...
You know I'm coming to get that cake, cake, cake, cake...cake

Hook:

This is the part of the song
When these niggas start lying to y'all
And y'all don't care
Fuck it, throw a bottle in the air
Throw your rent money in the air
Throw your car note in the air
We can all ball out
Fuck it, I'ma buy the bar out
Liar

Verse 2:

I'm not Kendrick Lamar, I'm not J.Cole
Not Big Sean, not Drake, I'm AO
I'm not dissing any rappers to get recognized
I'm not dissing any rappers to get recognized
Currently I'm listening to Curren$y and Nas
And Action Bronson and The Black Keys
Nah, I'm not shining, nah I don't rock diamonds
No, I never sold Gold or went Diamond
So you should pay me no mind, I'm not Jigga, nigga
I'm not 50, not Diddy, I ain't jiggy, nigga
I'm not Dre, not Ludacris, nah I'm not up on the Forbes List
Damn, I guess I'm not doing shit
I'm not a lot of things, son I'd never lie to you
But I am a top notch rhymer and a rider too
And I came to eat, I need a plate, plate, plate, plate
And after that I want some cake, cake, cake, cake...cake

Hook