Lyrics:

We keep things cookin' from Hamburg to Brooklyn.

None of y'all is understanding this protocoll,
So I guess we gotta spit it y'all!

Listen up!
I got something to say.
I won't repeat it again for nobody.
Now, that I'm here where I always wanted to be,
It seems that everybody has a reason to hate me.
Hate me-for what I am!
Hate me-for what I do!
Hate me-for the way I sound!
Hate me-me and my crew!
Where the fukk is the support that you promised to pay to me when I'll be up there...
Where YOU wanted me to be???

Bakk in the days...

You want me to be someone I cannot...
Be for none of y'all!
You want me to be someone I cannot be!

Afu ra:

I got to rip the trakk and stand strong on my own, man.
And I'm about to be my own man.
What up wit' that?
Bustin' through with a battle- axe.
Gimme me my mic bakk, I break ya bakk with a fukkin trakk! (yeah!)
With the facts,

Step aside, 4lyn and afu bring it bakk
Stop your cryin'...

You want me to be someone I cannot...
Be for none of y'all!
You want me to be someone I cannot be!

Stop!

I don't understand a word you say but I'am sure that I don't wanna hear it!

You want me to be someone I cannot...
Be for none of y'all!
You want me to be someone I cannot be!