Black leather got me stylin' on 'em He shoulda came with the Pam, that's a total bad bitch I post up, no kickstand Ain't no need to break bread, ain't tryna shake ya hand Small talk gettin' clipped by Mr. Sandman Me winnin' was not the plan But the cards that I was dealt, I was buzzin' before the Grammys You see, I pull up to show out, your head's on swivel I had to leave 'em all ready, couldn't work the middle You know the name (so bad) Stay in control, but I ain't signed a deal with TDE Rah got me in his pad livin' comfortably Stay in my bag so the scene steady suck on my teat Chokin’ resilience, Haitians hot like Bajans Don't point 'em out, I can hear the imitations Keep a bad, bad, mixed baddie like Cajun Let my sauce settle 'fore your lips get to tastin' Bitin’ my style, that’s litigation Kicks been ’round town, just percolatin’ Switch the format to a new location Then put ya hands together for a standing ovation And get it, when I spit it, do you feel a vibration? This the type of swag go back generations Take you to the underground, a new sensation I'ma get mine, that ain't up for conversation A lot of these hoes need a new vocation Ain’t sayin' shit, now I’ma need a translation Pop that cork, got me new libation Then set the stage, for my coronation I shine, you shine, so ahead of my time I gotta die before these motherfuckers give me what’s mine That's the Prime Booker rhyme, sittin' Q in the brawn City high, but you snore and play cow in decline Sideline on recline, can you really relate? No time to focus on the hate, I never chew on the bait See a poser steppin' in the booth just to take up space These labels on me sellin’ lies, a bitch do blackface They ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait) Still ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait) They ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait) Still ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait) They ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait) Still ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait) They ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait) And if you talkin' sometimes, stay the fuck out my face Bitin’ my style, that’s litigation Kicks been ’round town, just percolatin’ Switch the format to a new location Then put ya hands together for a standing ovation Bitin’ my style, that’s litigation Kicks been ’round town, just percolatin’ Switch the format to a new location Then put ya hands together for a standing ovation Now clap them hands (a standing ovation) Now clap them hands (a standing ovation) Now clap them hands (a standing ovation) Now clap them hands (a standing ovation) Now clap them hands (a standing ovation) Now clap them hands (a standing ovation) Now clap them hands (a standing ovation) The way you be talkin’, that’s the way you should be rapping