Heavy hitter for life

Heavy hitters for life You rappers think I give a *** about the way the day spit

Want to be on my album but don't want me on they ***

Everybody thought I was makin' a compilation

I was really makin' myself they competition Fresh off the plane form the all star game

Bone girls on TV, so it's all star trains

Just picture, man, no stichin', man

Somethin' for the phiends fresh out the kitchen, man Last 9/11 I was poor on a half 'til I floored up my math

Now it's Porsche 9/11 and I'm floorin' the gas

Got a lot a problems, money one that I not have no more

Well Dame, look at how everybody den changed All my niggas is 'bout to have it made

Tell J that I'm 'bout to change the game

This makes everything else sound played

Goddamn Kanye! Kanye! Kanye! Now hold up

Ain't nobody messin' with me dog, now you say it

Ain't nobody messin' with you at all

I told, "Dude, you can't even rap on my interlude"

Now does that make me as rude as Jude? When the album comin' out, man, the people is askin'

Y'all got motive Adidas, ya sick with the fashion

Ya already got doe, so ya spit for the passion

The way ya rhymes give me Tribe Called Quest flash backs And let's not even bring up the tracks, man

Nope, nope, let's not do that, man

Ya eatin' up the game like Pac, man

And got the whole world shakin' just like crack phiends Heavy hitters for life

Roca fella is for life Throw them diamonds up

Throw them diamonds up

Trow ya diamonds