(intro) yeah DJB you know what time it is ya ya ya ya (1st verse) Ya I'm DJB poetic with my rymes like im like a rap god people wanna say I ain't got the talent that's odd even though I'll walk past them one day and they'll nod in respect with some diamonds on my neck while I write a check wait hol up one sec this is crazy these raps are hard no I'm not lazy spitting bars like I'm jay z started on the bottom I'mma slowly make to the top like a little girl picking up a daisy haters shoot insults at me but there aim is just to hazy nock a nock out yo hant like the Navy then I'll eat on yo southern girl biscuits and gravy making bops kids wanna say I pretend I got opps no I ain't got opps unless you wanna count the cops if I ever get arrested driven away in one them cars I'mma break the tops just like my career sure it may only be in school but hey thats cool (main corus) Yeah I'm the realists your gonna get I kill this shit in and off set I'm the homie who's gonna be there when all of them other fakers left I'm the realists your gonna get I'll be there by your side like a pet. (2nd verse) I'm like Eminem in this bish or like roddie rich I'm rhyming on a whole other level or pitch and lil bitch wanna go and snitch I'll leave you in the ditch and don't think I'm soft cause I'm still him I'm making decent cash and girls that look like kim cause I got rhymes you can't defeet wanna beef I'll take this to the street no shirt on I'll beat you like sum meat cmon now you already started the war now don't retreat and I don't wanna hear a bleep nock you over with a mutha fucking range Rover betting on whether you get popped like sum poker got your who're I'll relode her I'm going hard on these bars I store all this in my mind like sum jars now before I end this line of bantore I just want these pussies to know I'll cook you like a smore if you ever diss me again I'm talking to mazzi trenity and all them other bitches I ain't no fool