{LYRICS}

yes im the
realest rapper, money trapper, all about my business
10 toes down, now, can i get a witness
long jevidy my stamina is rap fitness
turn it a little more every time you hear this
lyrical assassin keep on rappen till my casket drops
shots, hot on my block, make ya drop like dumb stocks
808s for the bass make ya trunk knock
better back back or youll get dropped like dumb cops
ain't no haters gonna say shit, i dare you to speak
just remember the mouth aint shit without the teeth
i go hard like 8ball and mjg
pimp tight like sweet jones and bun b
im double c- calvin capone
a king on my throne
thats why my nickname is Don Corleone
prestige, is what they call me-flawless
never give a flying fuck- winning regardless

I rise, from the bottem, to the top- wont stop
cause when you rise, to the top like i phenix you hot
do it all, and remember to never stop
throw away, the keys, this games on lock

when you got alot of haters
hating on alot of thangs
you must be about your hustle
hustling alot of ways
fame is temporary
but the paper last alot of days
yea i ball hard like im throwing up alot of j's
shine on these crabs, like my closet got alot of shades
supercalifrajalistic playa with alot of game
first pick of the first round wit alot of trades
got heart in the clubs, my diamonds cut alot of spades
i, had, swagg, when it was called personality
no i have swagg way beyond your reality
i cant help who i am- or when you get mad at me
people know i hold it down- many call me gravity
alot of people glad to see- struggle and tears
alot people hopeless- hating for years
i rise to the top- doing my best
flying like i got the super s on my chest