Yo, I'mma rise to the top cause it ain't in me to fail Or die bustin' at the cops before they send me to jail The same nigga ya serve with won't even send you the bail And sail with some niggas tryin' to send me to hell So whether Rap or crack Beats or streets This summer I'm rockin' ice to beat the heat Now I'm gonna cop a Benz 6 and tell 'em "Keep the Jeep Keep the receipt, keep the change, keep the game." As long as I keep the fame and keep my name Kanye to the Motherfuckin' West She said, "You from The Outfit?" I told her, "Motherfuckin' yes." So every time I spit, it's got to be fresh So whether freestyle or written What's the point of rhyme? I'd rather hear somethin' bitten, as long as it's hittin' Wack niggas grab my tracks, just get to shittin' My niggas grab they gats, just get to spittin' Faggot niggas be like, "Uh huh, no he didn't." But I did Ever since I hooked with Syndicate And shit I've been blazin' niggas ever since Ya heard me? Blazin' niggas ever since