What you on about Nigga we turn you off I'm taking off, umlando like toss To be the boss you gotta take a loss Welcome to the city Where you can hold a titty For a fifty I'm just a rose that grew outta concrete With this talent I had to give y'all a treat Every time I'm on a beat it's mission complete Your song get delete, you not fit to compete Spit that hot sauce on the beat I bring the heat I can't be sweet, remember I was humble But now I'm here to compete The elite of SA's HIP Hop Y'all gotta admit, y'all gotta submit Give me everything like a king How do you claim to be real when your style is counterfeit Now you getting called a hypocrite I guess you didn't know I ghost wrote that hit Didn't get a split It was motivation, I didn't quit When I was crossed like X I made o's The commas in my account Just keep adding up For the love of hip hop sound Was just playing around now look I deserve to get crowned