Teksty: Kidz In The Hall. Ritalin.

My cup runneth over
Jonny walker on crushed ice
No Christmas but a wonderful life
Most y'all rap niggaz cuffies
Shit for brains
I just remain the shit, no toilet
All magnificent you can't spoil it
Nor fight it dope, but I never got to light it
All I do is write it, poet laureate
A purple label, Ralph Lauren
Always feel good on a cut like Neosporin
Shooting star headed for the Moon like Warren
Came along way from begging mom for them Jordan's
Dudes boring, is hard on the beat
I bleed on the page
Been ill since playing streets of rage
Damn, there's been a minute
I'm still handling them been a spitter with lyrical finesse
Pray I sell 6 digits
I can sleep well knowing that I got my spirit and my soul
Damnit, I'm oh so cold
Stepped off the throne just to step on a peonce
Cracked ribs spilled extra sauce like Leons
What the fuck he on
I'm a star
Naledge born I illuminate neon
Y'all crab rappers throw stones like Egon
I'm trying to touch the sky
Y'all play the corner like Deion
I speak reach sorta like I had 3 arms
Lights, camera, action, nigga we on
What the fuck you see-on
The phoenix rising, exactly what the rap critics fantasizing
You ain't realizing
You ever listen to the future toast to the present
Pour some liquor out for Brappy then I keep it stepping
Brushing my fade wit money on my mind
Looking in the mirror and envision a one of a kind
I'm Mr. opulent vocal tone is perfection
No rec league, Naledge do it for profession
Look in my rhyme, look in the eyes of me, I'm laughing
I know I'm what you're trying to be
What more to say w/o rap
Will I still be straight
I tell 'em I can never be straight
Till my people ban together like they signed with Diddy running for cheesecake
Or soundscan[?] held back from my release date
Label stress had me drinking till I couldn't see straight
Latin Dan told me to hold it tight like a knee brace
I'm so hip hop, put your trust in me
You ain't know that's why I just fucks with me