I came here to party rock, I'm sipping light Bacardi dark - bob on lip lightening spark, HOFA! bout to spit some art/ Big Man can't stop, my rap game is from the heart - yeah I got soothing butters and yet I spitted, so hard./ Yesir I'm on my job, ski mask Black Rob - Goonsville so ill, in exhale the fog/ walking like I'm Boss Hogg, riding with the Roscoe - you don't want the Dukes of Hazzard, G. Lee that ass with smoke./ you can see it on my grill, that this Bruthaman is no joke - haters on their bullshit, petty comes in all folks/ yapping with their trappings, that's how they get their noses broke - and that's just the start of it, being nosey that's a no./ Back to this Rap Game, I'm all for the rap fame - Spitter Getter Wordsmith, fire with the octane/ O. Hill B. Ville, Never Ran Never Will - St. Marks stays spark, right on top of the hill./ I'm out hunting for grands, then turn them into millies - hopefully in few years, elvate into billies/ I know right about now, y'all saying that I'm silly - okay keep that same vibe, when your Bro be Big Willie./ I don't dilly for the dally, yet I Dolly be my baby - in other words, I be sexing Queens with my Majesty/ get up on my Rude Boy, killing the punani - HOFA! be Shottas, flexing with ability./ Living on some memories, good times with family - focus on my passion of life, be my remidy/ along with some good smoke and music, giving me melodies - savage stays calmed, until it's time to release the Beast./ G.D. HOFAMAN, Mr. Non Stopper Man - goes in zoned out, when I see that mic man/ even though I'm 50, I'm feeling like a teen again - cyphers on them corner blocks, competition of mics and men.]