my roads to glory is feel with thugs, like a mother fucking battle to fame. battle of lame. am the king of the street all this niggaz on the rap game quit calling for battles when you dont gat shits performing wonda why rappers smoke lots blunts cause the shits they face is so wack I've been through hell as much. not gonna stab you deep in the back with my mothefucking knife now hand is blasted, just like a bottle is a battle of fame, aint gonna do with lames i started from the underground now am loving the shit cause im the best to them niggaz. they can call me the king am fighting for my throne am the Jackie Chan when the white asses rappers trana fuck with my fame, what am i gonna do now the shit is getting so much dope like am the Greatest. when i smoke am high so it motivate me to tha mike, the shit is killing me but my girl is eleven pray for for my crimes. cause your raps aint sh*t, compared to my rythm i got the juice.. got sauce and i even got the milk so all you got now is to bow on my feet is a dirty game so you gon so am a soldier thats the shit screaming on his head. But when I start talking fame all I hear about you is lame They say you look like lion but i look like a dragon cause is a battle of fame time to show yo I can look around your crew and label them the same I wouldn’t pet you though, I’m not trying to stroke your head or your mane Don't make me laugh bra... I comin at u harder than a natural disaster Because I'm faster, I'll always out last ya Lyrically am dope that's why am trana be the greatest the greatest of my kind with the trillion dollar dream i smoke a lotta shit I guarantee you Smokin some on crack cause you thought you could rap I bend your momma’s back all the way And I ain’t even black I eatin her up like she a snack I promise you tonight I’ll be back, cause am gonna make you pay for yo fathers crime think he got all the b!tches even though back home he forgot to do the dishes his girl left him for me but bro don’t worry in the world, there are many fishes I was gonna kick things off by saying some good shit/ But I’m not you don’t deserve the good stuff you deserve the bull shit/ So you’re a gunner nah man… your style is basic don't push it/ Cuz you’re a goner, I’ll put your style in the toilet and flush it/ Your skills make it seem like your momma never hugged you/ Yeah, hugs can show love, but your momma doesn’t love you/ Everybody’s corny, writing stupid rhymes/ And yet you can’t even do that, you can’t even use the mic/ Correctly, holding it like a dick, man you gon lose your mind/ Cuz my rhymes are gonna hit ya harder than your father’s belt/ Cuz your father used to beat you up with your mother’s help/ Told your brother to fuck off, so your brother and your father left/Dude you thought you can beat me Hah! I was better than you straight from the beginning Cause’ I spit like a fanatic with an automatic But just a little bit more dramatic Isn’t this fantastic I kinda find it funny The fact that you say your ill with it