Lyrics
Ayy, I don't need no motherfuckin' ghostwriter
That's right, at all
So if you tellin' that lie, you must be real
Fuckin' desperate and you still ain't gon' pop
Wow, okay, alright
Yeah, Nicki
Nicki, can I get a picture?
How the, how the whack nigga gon' write my shit?
My job is to take the spark and fan it
When it starts to become a little flame, I feed it
And I feed the fire until it becomes a roaring blaze
Look at this box that they puttin' Ransom in
I hereby give you the blood of a young champion
I see 'em throwin' jabs, but here's how I answer them
I hustle with this Ali shuffle, you shouldn't dance with him
I'm duckin' these interviews, I bob and weave with a different move
Then I dance when I score like I'm Victor Cruz
Pick and choose your opponents, I fights with the best of 'em
Then fight to the death with them, won't strike a pedestrian
What likely possesses him? True passion, who askin'?
Every time I step in this square box, I produce action
I give 'em hell 'cause I did it well
Ducked shots but got hit, so now when
It rains on me, I feel these shells
Another round left and you ain't got enough, fam
I'm lookin' at your corner, your work got a lot of cut, man
I think he said he's had enough, Ran
You shouldn't bet against this trust, fam
A young Aaron Pryor with felonies on the wire
Fear desire, man, I'm really too old to be airin' priors
True story, you got no drive for the lane I'm swervin' in
I been a star, but they labelin' me a journeyman
Don't leave it to the judges, I raise my hand when the word is in
I never got robbed, so why would I have to worry then?
Severe hands and a sturdy chin, a couple flurries win
I'm punchin' after the bell 'cause I never heard the ding
Endure pain, then I spit blood
Ignore the games and resist love just to keep a stiff grudge
I leave no prints on the fifth, cuz, I gotta admit, bruh
I be in fury wearin' these big gloves
It's not a nigga that can spar with me
Pull up and try to compare they bars with me
I give 'em a scar quickly, I'm thankin' that God's with me
Controllin' my breathin', they only
Tryna get even when they at odds with me
Pure rock, this is straight glass, I teach 'em how to weigh it up
It's obvious he ain't built for this weight class
We all wanna see the greats clash, I straight blast
Body shots that cave in ribs and break abs
Stoppin' who? They never gave me the proper due
I gotta prosper through when the situation get rocky too
I bear down, I cannot be moved, Mötley Crüe
Rock a nigga, watch he snooze, blood on my Versace shoes
They still prayin' that I probably lose
I triple Gs, leave Gennady bruised, I live by the Gotti rules
That means you should watch your mouthpiece
I'm Julius Caesar even without Greece
There's no division that could subtract me
The math free, don't wanna be counted out, then you add me
Don't really matter what the math be
'Cause you only good as your last performance, nigga, just ask me