Uh Broke nigga turn rich Now his old hoes callin Uh I'm man the of the year Fresh jays when I'm ballin' Uh Don't run up on me when you see I ain't really bout no talking Nah Cause I'm really bout that action Like my rap name Bronson Ignorant with no imagination That's why these muthafuckas all imitations Shit, I'm grinding, but you forever hating Watching my moves but ya still complaining Shit sad Nggas get a pad You a pussy Fuck round Leave a nigga eye like cookie Tough talk when it's coming from rookie Fuck school Call up my bros play hooky Hook Ya niggas cannot be kidding me Thinking you so dope When really they feeling me In need of extra security I'm killing this I got so much abilities Filled of tranquility, I swear to Allah Ah got no enemies Dee bitches claiming they real, but got no legibity