Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
Who really rappin', cause I'm lookin' for some competition
You're suicidal if you tryna be my opposition
If it ain't Jumá, tell me who you know that's really spittin
You only independent cause you never got a deal
I'm doin' world tours, Barcelona and Brazil
I'm the big boss, all them niggas itty-bitty
That's why it's fuck you niggas, no Diddy
Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
They sayin' Jumá fell off, I guess I'm kinda perplexed
My worst record sellin' more than what's considered your best
I let em bet against me and now them niggas in debt
None of you niggas is eatin', y'all has me thinking it's lent
Fuck breakin' bread with a label, I get a hundred percent
How could you say that I'm wack? Look at the shit that I did
I'm knockin' niggas off the top like the Baltimore Bridge
Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
Might drop this shit for the summer, ho, I been lit since The Come-up
I'm poppin' bottles with baddies, we in the club till the sun up
These niggas act like they bout it; go tell em, run up, get done up
I mean, my gun poppin' like that coca back in '88
No, I don't mind to send you niggas to the pearly gates
I'm the rap god, I don't give fucks
And I'm killin' niggas, Ku Klux
Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
They said, who killin' the game? I told them Jumá and Jet
Everybody say I'm goals, I ain't talkin' a net
But if they talkin' about who richer, tell them Google my net
Yeah, when they talkin' about who richer, I just show them my neck
This a custom-made chain with the stone baguettes
Like, how you hatin' on Jumá? Cause he gettin' a bag
Matter of fact, tell them niggas they can kiss my ass
Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
Niggas lame, so I switch lanes, brand new chain, it's plain
John Witherspoon, I reload the clip and I bang, bang
Why they think they on my level? Clearly, we are not the same
I'm the bull, he a bitch, we not built for the same game
Same flame, lit the way for myself, won't ever change
Still the one, they can't tame me, can you blame me
I let my nuts hang, fuck respect, grab Aretha and let her sing
Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
I said, shots fired, first-person shooter, I hit from birds-eye
I locked in a bag, I done hopped in, what they sayin' now
Ninety-nine problems, but this rap shit ain't one
Still ain't got no kids, but bar for bar, make niggas my son
Like, what's the word? My flow is absurd, kick to the curb
Mr. Can't be fucked with it all, I'm one of the ones
There's no way I could be canceled, I'm on every channel
Yes, you can't channel this nigga, I really
Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang
I'm Mr. Built to last, and count the cash and take the throne
Built to lead, I'm all-star team, so bring it on
Win after win, can't fuck with me and it's startin' to show
Five, four, three, two, one, that's how I start the show
Rio, me, oh my, yeah boy, you startin' to float
Wise up by my pen, and you can die if my shit come up short
Straight out of VA, what you think I throw a double deuces for nigga.