[Hook]
(Na na na na, hey hey hey, good-bye...)
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin, begin, begin
This is anti-auto-tune,
death of the ringtone
This 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 song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might
offend my political connects
My raps don’t have melodies
This should make jackers wanna go and commit felonies, ahh
Get 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 Depression
All 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]
This ain’t a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made this just for
Flex and
Mister Cee I want people to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
You niggas' jeans too tight
You colors too bright, your voice too light
(too far nigga)
I might
wear black for a year straight
I might
bring back Versace shades
This ain’t for
Z100
Ye told me to kill y’all to
keep it 1 hundred
This is for
Hot 9-7
This shit for
Clue,
for Khaled we the best’n
Awww, nigga
this shit violent
This is death of auto-tune, moment of silence
[Hook]
Hold up, this might need a verse from
Jeezy
I might send this to
the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Get this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it
3 Thou' to style on this
I just don’t need nobody to smile on this
You rappers singing too much
Get back to rap
you T-Paining too much
I’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 day
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me
Yeah just get violent
This is death of auto-tune, moment of silence
(Na na na na, hey hey hey, good-bye...)