[Intro: Rob Markman]
You know
They've been doubtin' me my whole life
I'm ready though
[Verse 1: Rob Markman]
I'ma smooth put my feet up, after I beat the beat up
Drop the dope in your speakers, then spin around on the re-up
They said I was a dreamer, prolly need a bunch of features
I sat, thought about it, fuck it, I don't need 'em
And I ain't with all the back and forth, I'm not Aaliyah
Diss me, you won't get a reply either
Nah, know I'm lyin', I'ma give that boy the ether
Gas, skate off and laugh just like Khalifa (hahaha)
There ain't a rapper I can't bar with
Wordplay fire, tell me who I gotta spar with
And this gon' open up the market
Hov said, "Ain't no compromise, this our shit" (Hovain, what up?)
Okay, I'm glad that he said it then
This next line murder, I don't know that they ready yet
But I don't give a fuck, fuck if I'm offendin' 'em
I'm interviewin' rappers that I know that I'm better than
[Chorus: Rob Markman]
Everybody love to talk when you comin' up
This the shit right here that's gon' shut 'em up
I want the top spot, fuck a runner up (it's Lito)
And when I'm done, I'ma go and drop another one
[Verse 2: Young Lito]
Look, first off I'm a mothafuckin' animal
And known for movin' 'round with weight just like a camel do
Eatin' rappers, yeah, I'm a cannibal
And everything I spit flames, my bars is flammable
I don't need no lighter, I'm so fire
You see the jewels, threw stones at my messiah
They make the chain brighter
Just like strobe lights
When it's beef, we suit up like it's prom nights
Strapped, we beyond fights
I was the nigga feelin' cold on them warm nights
'Cause I had ripped jeans and some torn Mikes
I still got ripped jeans, but it's alright
'Cause these shits cost two grand, and that's just light
Like your pockets, I do it 'cause I got it
I'm ballin' like a Rocket, you a fan so you watch it
Niggas adore my hustle but can't knock it
I knew how to make it but didn't know I was the prophet
Lito is the savior, hip-hop, I'm here to save ya
I got the juice when niggas run out, I'm like your neighbor
Remember? We used to mob in parks
Dodgin' narcs, now just tryna shoot up the charts
Before I knew I was a genius, I was robbin' marks
I'm only here for the bags like shoppin' carts
And I'ma ride 'til the wheels break, if I ain't got the steel
I don't feel safe, I need a hundred mil' in a steel safe
[Chorus: Rob Markman]
Everybody love to talk when you comin' up
This the shit right here that's gon' shut 'em up
I want the top spot, fuck a runner up
And when I'm done, I'ma go and drop another one
[Verse 3: Rob Markman]
And it's the late show
Better slow your roll and use a Mase flow
Got killers on the payroll who move on the say-so
I sleep in this Ralph Lauren, you better lay low
Ain't gotta wait to the song end to catch this fade though
Turn my music up high, then play it back
My hits bang in your lobby...
I'm gettin' paid in full, blow a stack, make it back
So when you here the (money counter) you know I'm chasin' cash
Calico loaded, lean back without an eighth of Act
Look at me king, you one-eyed jacks just make me laugh
The deck is stacked, shit, I had to face the facts
The Ace is back, you jokers ain't got the spades to match
I make these devils skate without the Jason mask
And split the cake in half, break it down, that's basic math
I hate to brag, but the only time I paid for ass
Is when I copped your new shit, goddamn your tape is trash
Fuck outta here
