I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates Great, eliminate like ElimiDate Hey, young boy had to penetrate Face, young boy done caught a case Bang, now his mama livin' with the pain Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay (huh?) Let him get the Senzu Bean so he regenerate Now a nigga harder than the head of the state Denzel Curry is the new candidate Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite Stop this shit, chop your esophagus (esophagus) Bitches be boppin' it, bow down and pop it in Droppin' it in her esophagus (esophagus) She get so nasty, in public she classy Perhaps she is able to swallow it Girl, I can make you a star Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness Narcissist, part time an arsonist Rippin' through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus Dearly departed, it's done when it started So now that I'm livin' so harmonious Feelin' like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate I am the best, there's no politics Bitch, I'm ultimate, ultimate Bitch, I'm I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium Open the internet, photosynthesis Put up parentheses, temporary Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry Just might bust a bitch, never knew my life But yet the question is, "Is he fake? Is he real?" What the message is, chop a bitch nigga up I'ma sever it when I sever shit I kill 'em, no Kony, these niggas ain't homies Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly Droppin' melodic, enter the cosmic Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic Flow like a foreigner, I'm the torturer Out of South Florida, call the coroner Killed in the corridor, I'm the overlord Rhymes like a sorcerer, I'm an animorph Bitch, I'm a beast Nigga, you tell me who fuckin' with me K to the I to the N to the G Claim you the hottest, but I disagree Better learn something and get a degree This for Lord Infamous, so R.I.P Arrivederci, bitches lookin' thirsty Ridin' through the dirty, like it's mandatory Ending of the story I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates I am the juice from the Mafia 6 I will pimp slap a bitch 'cause I don't give a damn I am the nigga that drank the hard liquor I smoke like a hippy and I pop them Xans I am the nigga that showed you the game How to stick to the money and get you some dough Ain't no excuses you grinding you get it You whippin' and flipping and stunt on these hoes I need a moment of silence today I killed the club, I pulled up in a Wraith So hypnotizing, these hoes mesmerised by my diamonds I shine and they try to throw shade I want the throat but I'm too proud to beg Bitch skip the talking I throw a lil' bread She get to sucking and I just discover The whole other meaning to price on your head Yo, tell 'em bring me chain for a thousand (Hol' up) Matter fact, make it fifty thousand (Hol' up) I got so much sauce dripping on me I think I'ma 'bout to change my name to a thousand island Bitch I'm about to turn up a level Fuckin' R&B chicks out in Coachella Give her that dick she think I'm in love with her Now she texting me a motherfucking four page letter I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face, so now you late, open the gates