Lyrics:

Better brace yourself for the second coming
Got to clear that, it's the baggage now I'm up and running
Did you hear that, can you feel that?
The static 'cause I finally done it
Spread a little bit of magic
On them chocolate bunnie (buns), I get it in!
Bitch Stone don't pay no more
Don't never not get paid no more
Say what you really wanna say
You niggas wanna hate but you really can't hate no more
Don't never knock on stage no more
Strange music dipped in butter
Different faces colored
Could have been alot of others
Repping in my crooked letter (crooked letter)
Who you want, I got my shit together (shit together)
Spreadin with my feet together clip together
(Got my shit together) yeah I got my shit together!

(Get buck!)
Step on scene ? they need me
? Know if you open trynna see me, just because I
(Get Buck!)
Callin it a blast from the past
And tonight I'm bout to get up in that ass
You gonna watch me
(Get buck!)
Know you on the sideline hatin'
Formin little ? in two, fakin', little buddy
(Get buck)
Yeah ? wall shock shakin'
And you got to ?? what I'm thinkin'
I'm about to
(Get buck!)

Hear the product?
Well it sound good don't it?
Tell ??? rep your hood on it
Stepped out, hoped out the back seat
??? Stay back, feed it to tha bat
Hold the turf, reppin lately
Been in my zone here, lately
? Break another wall hear lately
I'mma get up in that ass
In the middle with a map
Of the MO and I'm way to?
Cravin bitches is crazy
Motherfuckers got crazy
Nigass wanna get up in the feelings
I'm surrounded by their ladies
Whatchya sayin', whatchya sayin'
(What you sayin' boy)
Haters think we play, think we playin'
(Playin', huh?)
?? Cry to rock it
Got that burner in my pocket
In case you niggas wanna stop it