Why would I ever have to cop a chain or game
When the QB chain birth moved the chains in the game?
No post office was stampin´ time
Took out a slice out of the Big Apple, made apple pies, family sized

Leather bombers and Nike Sacais
Dangerous corners, you better pray that tomorrow arrives
Rap Sugar Ray Robinson, nothin´ sweet
Y´all too out of shape to even box with me
Heavyweight, I know my way around the ring
Just like shawty know her way around the store
Makin´ hits with Hit-Boy, all he gotta do is hit record
Record breakin´ news, had to show up just to fill a void
Confused spoiled lil´ boys, y´all better keep your poise
Leave me out of the weasel shit
Be cool when you see me, I´m hotter than all that rap diva shit
The hood know you pussy so we don´t buy or believe in it

Locked in on the instrumental, I took back the key to this, uh

Run me the keys, run me the Bs, run me that float back
Your top three, I´m not number one, how could you post that?
I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that
I´m not the one to go at, you fuck around, meet Joe Black
Run me the keys, run me the Bs, run me that flow back (What I´m sayin´)
Your top three, I´m not number one, how could you post that? (Uh)
I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that (Yeah)
I´m not the one to go at, you fuck around, meet Joe Black

What I´m sayin´, people sayin´ what´s already been said
Predictions, I don´t listen, it´s already in my head, no funny shit
Your most hungry place, I was past that at twenty-eight
Underground tapes, that´s my ASCAP and publishing stakes
As we slide in the G-ride
I been gettin´ criticized, it´s keepin´ me energized
Create with a business mind, I´m from where killers reside
A wild hood, only knew goons since my childhood
Niggas say anything in they raps ´cause it sound good
Don´t even mean what they say, horrible outlooks

Y´all ain´t really ´bout this, house nigs
Y´all was in the house with it
We don´t respect fake jewellery and silly outfits
Window down, blowin´ out kush
Grey tints, New York´s J Prince on Houston Street
I caught the bounce before my nigga even bounced the beat
I took the hard way in this shit, man, it´s the route for me, uh

Run me the keys, run me the Bs, run me that flow back
Your top three, I´m not number one, how could you post that?
I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that
I´m not the one to go at, you fuck around, meet Joe Black

Run me the keys, run me the Bs, run me that flow back
Your top three, I´m not number one, how could you post that?
I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that
I´m not the one to go at, you fuck around, meet Joe Black

Why would I ever have to cop a chain or game
When the QB chain birth moved the chains in the game?
Why would I?
For real talk, the nigga who killed hip-hop for real is Nas, dog
That nigga killed hip-hop, hip-hop is dead
That nigga went and told everybody about it
He came out publicly and said, "Hip-hop is dead"