I Got Em

(álbum: Best In The Burbs - 2010)

[Hook: Rotimi]
You know that I got em baby
You know that I got em baby
And anybody try to block my shine
Take a number and get to the back of the line hey
You know that I got em baby
You know that I got em baby
And anybody that try to step to me
Is gonna quickly get sent away

[Verse 1:]
You see a lot of um are hating now
Cuz I got my name around
Around me, people saying that I'm famous now
Don't be mad, I worked hard for a kid
Wrote a million verses and a multitude of choruses
To get to where I'm sitting, now look at where I'm sitting at
Kick my J's up with a drink now I'm sitting back
Loving life, feeling good, tryna keep my head straight
Keep the trunk roaring that tyrannosaurus rex bass
Been a minute now, now it's do or die
Fuck High school, I went to school high
Graduated with a rap degree, so me reaching to the top is how it has to be
I'm OE to these poptart daiquiris
Nunchucks in my hand and attack a beat (ha)
I'm on a God damn rampage, money's going up and so's the number on the fan page

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I got some very big shoes to fill
Cuz I'm aiming for the title and I shoot to kill
Got the iTunes in your whole computer filled
Kids be like "Yo dude, Webby's super ill"
Is it frat rap? Or is it backpack?
But all I really care about is where the cash at
I got a dutchie rolled up like a snack wrap
I got a biddie by my side and I'mma wax that
I'll make my competition sweat with no elliptical
The school of new age rap and I'm the principal
Chicken with some waffle fries, flow is unforgivable
Kill it every time I be dropping a single syllable
Gettin a beat and I'm rapping it ill and I'm back with a skill you've never seen
Knew that I was meant for this when I was only 17
But I'm living good now, moving onto better dreams
Raping every beat I got and making instrumentals scream

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
You see I'm hopping in the driver seat
Pedal to the floor mat
Ain't no catching up to me
VROOOM betta fall back
Raw track after raw track is my résumé
Make my own music while they spitting over lemonade
Stay messed up with a style to step up
Over the competition while they trying to catch up
Haters suck my left nut, cuz if the good die young
I'll be in a body bag by next month
Cuz you know that I Got um baby
Ain't no mother fucker that could stop um baby
So listen to this, I'm killing the shit
Rippin it sick, I should be selling tickets to this
You must've had the game twisted like a licorice stick
If you ain't thinkin I was stepping in here and killing the shit
So remember the name maybe take a picture of Chris
Before I burn the house down and leave you sizzling BITCH (yeah)

[Hook]