VERSE 1 .

The streets got me by my feet
So high I raise the top heat
That bitch a hater
But I'm not a traitor
She be playing games yelling out cheat
I nail your face so hard it be part of the concrete
You be like a waiter
A waiter waiting for a hater
1 , 2 , then 3 , a sheet
But rising higher then a unofficial beat
Hating the rap game as much as a double dater
They calling me a cater
Because I own the wheat
I got the special treat
N if your bitch want I got skeet