See Guè, see a walking euro
And to the sound of hundred bills
I stamp flow on your face like slaps
They told me you're scary
Me on the track bro: prince of monsters
And the more these rappers flop, the more they run their mouths
They've been done since day one and Kitty waves goodbye
Rap, boss don't get it twisted you're not me
I dribble the world like Wade
I score in the sun and switch it off
Even if I lend you the Rolex you never stay on beat
You talk hip hop but you don't get d*ck bro
Like in a chastity belt
I produce dope like a cocalero
But me coke zero, like the drink
From the Duomo to the Trocadéro Bandolero style
My record drops tomorrow dude
Rap, boss don't get it twisted you're not me
I count doggy styles before falling asleep
Your girl missionary
The mission to commission me
In those moments she told me
'Guè call me wh*re', only God knows how real she was
I talk money and it's not ok 'cause you don't make it
I talk p*ssy and it's not ok 'cause you don't get any
I talk style and it's not ok 'cause you don't have it
I talk real stuff and it's not ok 'cause what do you know?
Rap, boss don't get it twisted you're not me
MCs cross themselves when I show up
They marry Jesus 'cause he loves them even if they suck
I'm wired, my style's sick like in Arkham
You clone my rhymes, I clone your card
And you're a knockout like a Concorde
Alright, I'll splash on your Tom Ford
I stay all burned, all Guccied out
I walk in, greet her and bro I've already dipped it in
Rap, boss don't get it twisted you're not me
Thanks, thanks don't put it out then set yourself on fire
You'd be doing the whole globe a favor, I drop
Raw styles like chirashi
You're too tough writing on the wall
But every wasted word bro earns me a tenner
Sold out in the club
You jerk me off like a Chinese massage
Rap, boss don't get it twisted you're not me
M.I. the city, that's how it goes