[Part I]

[Intro]

Everybody know I be

Everybody know I be

Yeah, yeah...

[Chorus 1]

Everybody know I be

In the club VIP, sike, not me

Old girl wanna fuck me

Yeah, she fine, I'ma give her that D

Out with the homies, I be sippin' on somethin'

Oh shit, I might need an IV, permanently, permanently

Ayy, Goddamn, these bitches is thirsty

They see a rapper but they ignore the band

I ain't talkin' 'bout musicians, you stupid bitch

Talkin' 'bout what's on my hand

Bitch, I been at and in it for a minute

This all been a part of my plan

Sold millions of records before the radio

Damn, it feel good to be the man

[Chorus 1]

Ayy, everybody know I be—

In the club VIP, sike, not me

Old girl wanna fuck me

Yeah, she fine, I'ma give her that D

Out with the homies, I be sippin' on somethin'

Oh shit, I might need an IV, permanently, permanently

Goddamn, these bitches is thirsty

They see a rapper but they ignore the band

I ain't talkin' 'bout musicians, you stupid bitch

Talkin' 'bout what's on my hand

Bitch, I been at and in it for a minute

This all been a part of my plan

Sold millions of records before the radio

Damn, it feel good to be the man

[Chorus 1]

Everybody know I be—

In the club VIP, sike, not me

Old girl wanna fuck me

Yeah, she fine, I'ma give her that D

Out with the homies, I be sippin' on somethin'

Oh shit, I might need an IV, permanently, permanently

[Part II]

[Chorus 2]

Oh no Bobby, don't do 'em like that

You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that

RattPack the gang, they all on my back

RattPack the gang, we do it like that

No, don't do 'em like that

You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that

RattPack the gang, they all on my back

RattPack the gang, we do it like that

[Verse]

Yeah, uh

The illest that bring it, the realest

Bitch, I came to kill this

They can never bear me, just the homies and me

Now we the Grammy family

You made a couple million, that shit is gross

My net is 30, my record clean, my flow is dirty, right?

Real G's move in silence like—

Who the common denominator?

Fuck around and bomb a hater

My flow greater, heart darker than Darth Vader

Check the data, matter of fact, check the state of mind

After I'm finished, these rappers ain't in a state to rhyme

Straight to your mind now

Feel this shit like it's some Braille

Way too heavy for the scale

All I know about is bars, like I couldn't make the bail

It ain't never room to fail

Only growing and prevail

When my anxiety rise and I feel like I'm in hell

Take a moment and inhale

Count to five then exhale

Then we run that motherfucker like a marathon

Hits, motherfucker, hits, yeah we 'bout that Barry Bonds

Brace yourself, you can't retain me

All that shit you talkin' out your mouth just won't sustain me

Logic pickin' up the slack like denim

Spit it with venom

Never pretend to be somethin' that I'm not

And you ain't shit when you stand next to me

No kiddin' like vasectomy

Step to me, throw disrespect to me

And I'll rearrange your trajectory

Black and white like a piano and I'm proud to be

And fuck whoever tell me I am not allowed to be

I am me, I'm a man, can I live?—Goddamn

Yeah, I guess this shit right here is just all a part of the plan

Haters gon' hate, that's the motherfuckin' sayin'

So much plaque up on my wall I need a dentist

From Maryland to Venice, this shit is worldwide

Step up to the mic and it's a homicide

[Chorus 2]

Oh no Bobby, don't do 'em like that

You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that

RattPack the gang, they all on my back

RattPack the gang, we do it like that

No, don't do 'em like that

You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that

RattPack the gang, they all on my back

RattPack the gang, we do it like that