[Hook]
(Na na na na, hey hey hey, good-bye...)Only rapper to rewrite history without a penNo I.D. on the track let the story begin, begin, begin
[Verse 1]
This is anti-auto-tune,
death of the ringtoneThis ain’t for iTunes, this ain’t for sing-alongs
This is
Sinatra at the opera,
bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a songWrong, this ain't politically correct
This might
offend my political connectsMy raps don’t have melodiesThis should make jackers wanna go and commit feloniesGet your chain tooken
I may do it myself -
I’m so Brooklyn!I know we facing a recession
But the music y’all making going make it the Great DepressionAll y’all lack aggressionn
Put your skirt back down, grow
a set man
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of auto-tune,
moment of silence[Hook]
[Verse 2]
This ain’t a number one recordThis is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made this just for
Flex and
Mister Cee I want people to feel threatenedStop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lyingYou niggas' jeans too tight
You colors too bright,
your voice too light (too far nigga)I might
wear black for a year straightI might
bring back Versace shadesThis ain’t for
Z100Ye told me to kill y’all to
keep it a hundredThis is for
Hot 9-7This shit for
Clue,
for Khaled we the best’nAwww, nigga
this shit violent
This is death of auto-tune, moment of silence
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Hold up, this might need a verse from
JeezyI might send this to
the mixtape WeezyGet somebody from BMF to talk on thisGet this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it3 Thou' to style on thisGet back to rap
you T-Paining too muchI’m a multi-millionaire
So how is it I’m still the hardest here
I don’t be in the project hallway
Talking about how I be in the project all dayThat sound stupid to me
This is death of auto-tune, moment of silence
(Na na na na, hey hey hey, good-bye...)
Wassup Foo?