Soon as we get the ass, we start callin em hoes.

This aint the life that I'm used to, reintroduced to people I've been introduced to.

I'm the one twice over I'm the new eleven

I could teach you how to speak my language, Rosetta Stone.

Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans.

My only wish is I die real cause that truth hurts and those lies kill.

I'm allergic to coming in second but I never sneeze.