[Verse One]
Some say I am on my Gotti mode (I am!)
Naw, maine. Really? What's the problem though?
I'm on my minimum wage swag all day
And they telling me I am on my Wale!
I'm too school for cool. But deep into that rapping
Blasting the "Fappin." If I am making music then I am making it happen
I just can't imagine why they say I'm into trapping
I'm into your shuffled girl and she is into tapping
19 years, 12 notes, 6 strings, no breaks
Too, too dope that's for real. There's only one me. I got one take
My head is right, my music's loud. Above the competition though I'm underground
My buzz, no hive, was word of mouth. Even if you talking hate that means the word's out

[Hook]
Boy, you must not know who you talking to
Who are you? You that nigga that I'm walking through
I'mma mean mug ya like Chris Walken do
Boy, you must not know who you talking to

[Verse Two]
I ball so hard they call me Ball So Hard.
I'm talking Troy Aikman pass-- 80 yards.
I got a foreign flow I want a foreign car. I want house back home and a Snickers bar
Ha! Crazy, right? Be that way two, four, slash seven right?
I play all day and I work all night. I can't catch sleep cause I'm catching flights
Can't help I'm moving past ya. My fans react much faster
Roster rhymes with pasta if my dialect is Rasta!
I make music with a message. Listen closely as you play me
You don't hear it or accept it? Turn it off, that shit don't phase me
Cause I rock TN ok? See, and I rock the OKC.
Intentions aren't nebulous. Grind not lackadaisy.
You are asking how do I get so ill and thrill ya
You are asking how come when I flow I kill ya
Probably cause I be murking all the signatures.

[Hook]

Must not know, nigga. Must not know
Must not know. Boy, you must not know. Swag
Bring it back

[Hook]