Lyrics:

Turn the fucking beat on
It’s southern smoke motherfucker, southern smoke
… purple labor, ain’t not fresh as I could be
Made it to my situation, ain’t not bless as I could be
Ain’t not laughing at the haters trying to take a shot at me
They don’t know which way to go, I make it easy, follow me
Honestly, ain’t not insane I think that’s the way I gotta be
Ain’t not so superfly boy, ain’t nobody hot as me
Ata out on tv when he wake up and go to sleep
Everywhere they nodes me, a for yourself just go and see

My community I’m serving though they hope I don’t succeed
…they speak is so intrigue, ain’t be snitching, no indeed
You come with that kind of flow, your show I have to come and dear
Since I see you can’t take over I’ll just have to volunteer
Hey, ain’t now your superior listen here bro, you’re not a peer
I’m so … it ain’t funny, twice the G the eye peer
We’re making so loud and clear