Hold up, man, come on now, Black Jesus
Come on, cuddie
Nigga, you know better than that
Boy, you know that shit went over them people head, man
Man, I'ma reiterate words that you just chose literate
So these crooked niggas can get it straight
Didn't you hear that nigga?
That nigga say he gon' live 'til he die
Yeah, and that's my motto: live 'til I die

Yep, you right (Nigga, how you know?)
Man, pimpin' had to let that bitch go
She a dime tryna steal my shine
Tell that bitch, "Take a number, get your ass back in line"
You wastin' my muh'fuckin' time
I'm the biggest thing since Sprite put lemon with lime
Have you lost yo' motherfuckin' mind?
You must don't know, bitch, I'm the kind
Bitch, I'm the kind, bitch

Alright, caught me on a nice day
Tell you what I'ma do
I ain't gon' do nothin' to you
But you better get your ass ready, bitch
'Cause your whole world finna come crumbling down around your ass, yeah
Everybody that know you gon' hate that they even met you, man, yeah
Even that fat, stanky ass, greasy mama you got, bitch, yeah
They gon' get rid of knowing you, yeah
They gon' trade you in for something