Nigga we are so ready for the war
C-A-R-T-E-R
Put the beat in ER
I'm colder than "b-r"
Add another 3 "r"’s
Watch me like D-V-D, V-C-R
Pump to your chest -- I ain't talking CPR
Riding this track like a muthafucking street car
New Orleans coroner
His name is Frank Minyard
Fuck with me wrong, you’ll be waking up in his yard
Man, I go crazy on the beat -- I go Nimrod
Man, I act a ass, treat the beat like a hemorrhoid
Man, I go to work on the beat, call it employ
Man, I kicks it, bitch -- get your shin guard
Uh, Young Money run this towns, countries
I still eat rappers -- mmm, scrumptious
My goons tote thumpers
They pop em like krumpers
Anybody's beat, I'm gon' go Archie bonkers
Tunechi be the wildest, lets run the metropolis
I pop like lollies, you drop like ollies
The money keep calling, I hear the shit dialing
And they say money talks -- you can hear my shit hollering
You softer than nylin -- oops, I meant nylon
Perfection is the goal and I’m heading to the pylon
Crown fit me good
I ain’t even got to try on
My pistol mean business, that bitch should have a tie on
T told me do this shit so I had to do this shit
I get super hero money, call a nigga super-rich
Keep it super for a while, lemme get on my super shit
Super ill, super sick
Dog, I go super Vick
Ran into a super woman, turned into a super bitch
Hit her with that super dick, she be coming super quick
Super Millz, Mack, Tyga, Streets, Neli, Super Nick
Super Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckie, Twist -- that's the super-clique
Now I’m off that "super" shit
Fuck that shit, I super quit
Running circles 'round the game like a hula hoop and shit
You're gonna have to loop this shit
There won’t be a duplicate
And my blunts be super thick
I'm higher than a super kick
I’m the bomb baby, watch me nuke this shit
When I leave the booth, they gotta scoop this shit
My apologies, diabolically
I’m the prodigy
Do you Roger me?
I look in the flames and see the hotter me
But how come I’m still colder than commonly
Yeah we run this town, like a lot of feet
Young Moola, Baby
I'm proud of me