It's all me baby
I ain't worried bout that petty shit
When I'm clenching up my fists, crackin' bones, I'm already lit
All you counterfeit bitches wanna run ya lips
Vibe to the chi-sound
Eat it up Fish 'N' Chips

You already know, you already know where you got your style from
You already know, stop playin'
You already know, you already know where you got your style from
You already know, stop playin'
You already know, you already know where you got your style from
You already know, stop playin'

You'll never live up to the king
Step backhand fall in line
I got no time for your cock rubbin' dick struttin'
Fuck it, wallow and fester in shit
I will fly terrify, show you who the fuck you bow to
Every punk ass bitch before you got a taste of the drip that I spew
No cap

Too many crabs in the bucket
No guts no glory neglected
Round here I get respected
Snatch the mic and I wreck it
You flipped my switch and it's on
Running game on your whole set
Have you fold on your own
Like you stepped in your shit, I'ma give it to ya
Give it to ya raw, yeah
I'ma give it to ya, give it to ya raw

Too many crabs in the bucket
No guts no glory neglected
Round here I get respected
Natch the mic and I wreck it
You flipped my switch and it's on
Running game on your whole set, have you fold on your own like you stepped in your shit
I'ma give it to ya
Raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw

You already know, you already know where you got your style from
You already know, stop playin'
You already know, you already know where you got your style from
You already know, stop playin'
You already know, you already know where you got your style from
You already know, stop playin'