Song Lyrics:

My only problem being humble's a stress All you n*ggas bugging I'm regarded the best Boy iss only dubs I carry under my belt Royal flushing every shitty card I was dealt/ I want it all and I ain't comin' for less I be in a hood where they be up in yo biz N*ggas see yo moves and run their mouth to da feds And these undercover pigs cover up for a snitch/ It ain't a thing to put a price in your head That's an arm and a leg, boy that's call and collect Have your ass fried you keep it up wit the egg Tryn' beef - yeah I think I'll have an omlette instead/ I dumb it down and this as dumb as it gets I be IV league harvard alum wit da wits Tell it like it is, is what I do for the kids And I tell it from the soul you wear the shoe if it fits/ I run the track and laps around these chaps You gon need a pass and strap for where we at N*gga dis the trap - shit bad so we adapt Gat go rat-a-tat-tat when we see a rat (x2)