text: Boy, stop!
  You aint no DJ
  I double dare, matter of fact, nigga, I double dog dare
  Any rapper to take it there with this player here
  Lets be clear, Im a leader, not your peer
  Valedictorian of this rap shit every year 
  Like beer and pretzels with the game, I go good
  Im the Hansel to your Gretel, yous a dame, understood?
  Overstand, ho ass nigga from my hood, Im embarrassed
  By the lack of class, sat in the back of class
  But passed with flying colors with yo backwards ass
  Youre like the caboose and Im the engine locomotive
  To let loose steam in the booth, scream, awooo!
  Dream Team, nigga, fuck that pillow talk, keep sleeping
  While Im beating down yo street up in that green thing
  Greetings, Earthlings, Ive been lurking deep in the shadows
  Gathering artillery for the battle
  Now, on the front line, I stand, microphone in my right hand
  Left foot on the gas, dont make me put my foot in yo ass
  Yo DJ aint no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Yo DJ aint no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
  There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
  There they go, there they go, there they go
  Yo DJ aint no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Yo DJ aint no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
  There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
  There they go, there they go, there they go
  My momma gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream
  And God said look for the burning bush, now I turned to weed
  So I jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burning trees
  Hard white, I trickle nickel bags
  Ice cold true shit, in the booth with blue lips
  On your grave like a tulip, in the bar like a pool stick
  808 Toomp shit, Magic Mike, poof, bitch
  Aint nowhere to rest, nowhere for you to sit
  I stole your couch and I took your truck to move it with
  Sofa any one of you wanna get to up
  Imma tattoo, Kodak you, close up
  Aint no UFO, no, Yelas a supernova
  Dogs are barking as soon as that trooper roll up
  30 aught 6, Momma, dont gotta load up
  Cause Im from The Varsity, it may be hard to get RC Cola, hold up
  Yo DJ aint no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Yo DJ aint no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
  There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
  There they go, there they go, there they go
  Yo DJ aint no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Yo DJ aint no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
  There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
  There they go, there they go, there they go
  Yeah and I party in poverty with people like
  Yeah, youre famous, so what?
  I bet you cant hitch that semi up to this tow truck
  Rich with a hundred dollars, soul like a batch of collards
  Yeah, Im pale but Ill impale you with an Impala
  Roll with pimp scholars, ATLiens
  A-L-A-B-A-M-A agains, come and check my weight again
  Baby, I know I aint that crazy, the scale says heavy
  Must be my dick the way bitches been hanging on it lately
  Yeah, we stay banging on the daily, soul funk crusader maybe
  Tailored alligator soufflé, escalade all in yo ladies
  Space invader, Im the lyrical Darth Vader
  Give thanks, pussy nigga, I dont expose you as a hater
  Got Decatur, East Point, College Park and the SWATs
  Campbellton Road closed, road block, watch out for the cops
  Gotta think outside the box, know how to connect the dots
  Fore somebody hit the jackpot playing in your slot, boy, stop
  Yo DJ aint no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Yo DJ aint no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
  There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
  There they go, there they go, there they go
  Yo DJ aint no DJ, he just make them fucking mixtapes
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Yo DJ aint no DJ, he just hit that instant replay
  There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
  There they go, there they go, there they go
  Wassup, Keisha?
  Who dis?
  You know who it is, the most feared man in , you know who I be... motherfuckin Henry, Henry
  Henry? What, what you drivin, Henry?
  I wouldnt drive, my momma drop me off
  Imma do how it in sandals, the Jesus Walks sandals, I stand outside of the club
  Jesus Walks sandals?
  Yeah, you know Jesus wore sandals so I can wear some too with my little linen outfit, you saw me! The baller
  You can tell Im gon make it rain, I got them 31s, you come on over here, Im gon make it rain on you
  Nigga, make it rain on this tank
  What tank?
  The tank of gas and what you got on it
  You never had 30 dollars worth of gas in your tank!
  Fuck you livin? I live out here in Duluth, gas and that damn–
  Duluth? Nigga, thats out of the perimeter, mm-hm, you put 50 on at least
  Im so tired of you hairy cold-ass hoes, man
  Yall aint never seen anything, you gotta move around 285, get the fuck out of down that area
  Nigga, aint nothing out of 285 but fuckin trees
  Mm-hm, 50 on the tank
  Ill give you 50 dollars and a blunt of kush and Imma fuck that mohawk off your head
  Mm-hm, you can fuck me, give me 50 dollars, and go head give me some kush
  For 30 dollars, you gon do the fuck I want you to do!
  Imma make em fill up your tank for 30 dollars
  30, nigga? You talked 50
  Im gonna make it rain, bitch, tell me
  Nah, nah, we stay at 50, how I go down to 30
  Well, okay, it gon be drizzlin then, it aint gon rains, fuck it
  Ayy? It gon be drizzly
  Mm-hm, nigga, that aint participation, mm-hm, no, mm-hm