Letras
If you wanna make an impact in this business
You go after the biggest
The meanest
The baddest
Dog in the yard
Nobody, and I mean nobody
Deserves to be more famous than the King of Bada-Bing
The master of the Diamond Cutter
Nobody deserves to me more famous than me, DDP
I ain't on no gang shit. Still was paid in full, with elite flow
See you making money then the Feds turn to Rico
Snickie's Switzerland, I stay neutral
Allegedly got ties on all sides that might boot you
Take a simple phone call. Let some people know, we ain't buddies
Then all you'll see is Bs, and Cs, like you ain't study
An E, for effort tho, hold ya letter, play it cool
In the middle of GDs, wishing you stayed in school
Don't make music for suburbia. My verses ain't occur to ya
Big Joker, carry teams like I came from Serbia
The nerve of the, people not recognizing my progress
Rob me of awards, then tell me to trust the process
Don't give a fuck, bout what you keep in your bio
Y'all stole my style, this is fresh sauce, pico de gallo
(GOOD GRACIOUS!) Only pretty women get to taste this
I'm lying... The ugly ones just get it on they faces
My roots stay grounded round these industry plants
We made our money outta pain, while you phonies had grants
Pussy
Like the Diamond Cutter
You NEVER saw it coming
Now those of you who know me are asking yourself the question, "Why?"
On the road to riches I decided take the scenic route
So I'd have time to shit on you more often than bulimics puke
(I thought that you ain't need recruits?)
Bench warmers talkers like they all-pro
Hype, couldn't make it past fall tho
Better call Saul bro. Stop all the fronting like shit is good, man
Thought fucking with my money was a good plan?
Dummy. These rappers is goofy. All coochie
Out here looking stupid like Caucasians rocking kufies
Once I get a hold of ya, I promise I'm exposing ya