They say I look like my Pops my Moms raised me
Shed tears of joy for all my babies
My life been crazy
Shit been getting hazy
Nigga talk that shit go have to fade me
I'm just Half Man-Half Amazing
Nowadays hot tempered, enter guns blazing
My baby mothers about me say the same things
I guess it must be true
Hit the stage and I rock it like I'm Motley Crue
This ain't my destination I'm just stopping through
Good with the rhyme schemes like Dr. Seuss
I need my bills all blue and a thick masseuse
Stat Doctor act proper for the Mac or Gat pop ya
I'm Showstopper
Niggas trickin for hoes I call em Globetrotters
That's why you getting exposed ya got Ho problems
And to me that ain't no problem
Pimpin on wax spittin all facts
My flow bomb of Fentanyl and Crack
Don't be alarm the big dog is back nigga
Money on my mind impatiently been waiting
So much crack in the city it's RocNation
Couple bros stuffed in the can like Carnation
Filthy the game is dirty call sanitation
A lil birdie told me what y'all niggas really makin
Say it's not a game but homie ya PlayStation
Niggas like me out ooze a mutation
Never will argue with fools or elder statesmen
Pat Riley with the Heat I go Dan Marjerle
Hot handed never been reprimanded
Watch a nigga run 100 up like Barry Sanders
Drop the house on ya bitch and say you not in Kansas
Been the hardest nigga spittin since I was in Pampers
Paul Pierce, A.I. the Truth and Answer
Niggas don't want the smoke they fighting cancer
And yo ain't bout shit like George Constanza
Got keep something thick when I write my stanza
She watched my dick more times than the Black Panther
45 lean ya click like a dirty Fanta
Homie watch the slander
Don't make me take a gander
St. Nick not Santa, No Prancer
Got hoes in Atlanta Panda Panda