I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit! When Premier puts the needle on the record then I put it on blast Your flow's garbage, I throw it in the trash I'm the MVP, I'm stupid with this rap shit Rewind the verse, make the track do a back flip Your

And it's my whole heart I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out I'm not beat up by this yet You can't tell me to regret Been in the dark since the day we met Fire, help me to forget It's a pity, oh Waiting 'til the beat comes out

In the cab of my truck Gonna make a million memories For every hundred thousand miles Learnin' everything I'll ever need to know about life and love Cracked windshield that I super-glued Crumpled-up cans and a beat up bag of Red Man chew Fix-a-flat,

A.K.A. stem cells Errybody know the cat like a dope meme I got em' buzzing off the crack like a dope fiend They saw em' come up with a Mac yeah I'm so Steve Nowadays bitches tryna crack got 'em ODing Like how them hoes want to get it with L They know

On wintergreen Skoal and main street gas Go get your girl, go make the drag If your lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks Where the man in the moon works his magic On the second runner up of the 4H pageant Spendin' what little bit of money we

Yeah, Southside I go nuts on Southside Beats Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick A hundred racks a show, get on the

How long has this been going on? 'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem. To break up our singing this way, But there ain't any use in pretending. It could happen to us any day. Well, if friends with their fancy persuasion Don't admit that it's part of a

Damn, it feels good to be me I'll be alright Rollin' these streets all summer long Damn, I got it all figured out I got no worries that I'm worried about Coltrane love supreme It's like I caught some crazy, happy disease It feels so good Nobody blowin'

Nothin' but blue skies, Hangin' over you and I. Listen to the Goodyear's roll Hummin' through the radio Let it lighten up your load Ain't got no place to go. Watching those fence poles fly, As the miles roll by, Embers in the ashtray,

This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas In the war zone with the hittas I'ma pop up on you in the latest Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)