[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Fraud n*****, y'all n*****, that's that s*** I don't like
Your s***, make believe, rapping 'bout my own life
Real names, kill things, that's that s*** I won't write
Cause my n***** still selling dope like they ain't on their third strikes
Camping out in that corridor, f*** you waiting on Jordan's for
I middle-man it for 23, just meet me somewhere around Baltimore
(Woo!) That's rare n****, (Woo!) Ric Flair n****
(Woo!) The power's in my hair n****, (Woo!) I give this beat the chair n****
SoHo, or Tribeca, three hoes, trifecta
Dope money, hope money, Hublot, my watch better
My pen's better, you don't write, trendsetter, you clone-like
Pay homage or K's vomit - ungrateful n*****, I don't like
[Hook: Chief Keef]
A f*** n****, that's that s*** I don't like
A snitch n****, that's that s*** I don't like
A b**** n****, that's that s*** I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that s*** I don't like
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
They smile in my face is what I don't like
They steal your whole sound, that's a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike
A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite
But I never hit a woman never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer
In that p**** so deep I could have drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eating good, vegetarian with the brown rice
Girls kissing girls, cause it's hot, right?
But unless they use a strap-on then they not d***s
They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life
We hanging out that window it's about to be a Suge night
Free b**p J, real n**** for life
Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that n**** nice
Shout out to L-E-P, Jay Boogie right?
Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Fake Gucci, that's that s*** I don't like
Smoking on this dope, higher than a kite
This b**** gon' love me now, she gon' let me pipe
Screaming Sosa, that's that n**** that I like
I don't want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty b****, that's the s*** that I don't like
I got tats up on my arm, cause this s*** is life
And I stunt so much in clothes, cause I'm living life
I come up on the scene, and I'm stealing light
b**** I'm high off life, got me feeling right
b**** I'm c***f Keef, f*** who don't like
And b**** we GBE, we just go on site
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Big Sean]
We are not one and the same, n**** I'm f****** insane, f*** is you saying?
Yo a** been doing the same, s***, not doing what you saying
Dang, I told yo old b**** she was f****** a lame, turn one ho to a train
Blow, blang, my n***** holding that pain, I just hope you been praying
Bang bang, riding for my n***** and that's for life
High class, I'm just surrounded by these low-lifes
And I run this b**** like it's no lights, going hard the whole night
Cause I ain't going back to my old life, I promise
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Jadakiss]
I done sold purple, I done sold white
Running outta work, that's that s*** I don't like
She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
She blowing up my phone, that's that b**** I don't like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus
Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas
[Hook]
Fraud n*****, y'all n*****, that's that s*** I don't like
Your s***, make believe, rapping 'bout my own life
Real names, kill things, that's that s*** I won't write
Cause my n***** still selling dope like they ain't on their third strikes
Camping out in that corridor, f*** you waiting on Jordan's for
I middle-man it for 23, just meet me somewhere around Baltimore
(Woo!) That's rare n****, (Woo!) Ric Flair n****
(Woo!) The power's in my hair n****, (Woo!) I give this beat the chair n****
SoHo, or Tribeca, three hoes, trifecta
Dope money, hope money, Hublot, my watch better
My pen's better, you don't write, trendsetter, you clone-like
Pay homage or K's vomit - ungrateful n*****, I don't like
[Hook: Chief Keef]
A f*** n****, that's that s*** I don't like
A snitch n****, that's that s*** I don't like
A b**** n****, that's that s*** I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that s*** I don't like
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
They smile in my face is what I don't like
They steal your whole sound, that's a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike
A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite
But I never hit a woman never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer
In that p**** so deep I could have drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eating good, vegetarian with the brown rice
Girls kissing girls, cause it's hot, right?
But unless they use a strap-on then they not d***s
They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life
We hanging out that window it's about to be a Suge night
Free b**p J, real n**** for life
Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that n**** nice
Shout out to L-E-P, Jay Boogie right?
Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Fake Gucci, that's that s*** I don't like
Smoking on this dope, higher than a kite
This b**** gon' love me now, she gon' let me pipe
Screaming Sosa, that's that n**** that I like
I don't want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty b****, that's the s*** that I don't like
I got tats up on my arm, cause this s*** is life
And I stunt so much in clothes, cause I'm living life
I come up on the scene, and I'm stealing light
b**** I'm high off life, got me feeling right
b**** I'm c***f Keef, f*** who don't like
And b**** we GBE, we just go on site
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Big Sean]
We are not one and the same, n**** I'm f****** insane, f*** is you saying?
Yo a** been doing the same, s***, not doing what you saying
Dang, I told yo old b**** she was f****** a lame, turn one ho to a train
Blow, blang, my n***** holding that pain, I just hope you been praying
Bang bang, riding for my n***** and that's for life
High class, I'm just surrounded by these low-lifes
And I run this b**** like it's no lights, going hard the whole night
Cause I ain't going back to my old life, I promise
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Jadakiss]
I done sold purple, I done sold white
Running outta work, that's that s*** I don't like
She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
She blowing up my phone, that's that b**** I don't like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus
Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas
[Hook]