All these n***as really know my at bat average

Ridiculous rap patterns

And f**k what you know this Youngen got the coldest beats

All my old h*es laying in the coldest sheets

Even if they married they still can't get over me

You 0 for 3

I'm shooting a hundred right from the field now

I'm just a Fresh Prince buzzing like Uncle Phil's child

And I Will style peace to all my Hilary's

Stuffin' money in banks

Hitting Marilyn's like a Kennedy

And if you feeling me just let me know it

'Cos I just set the stage and get these words off like a poet

I'm Robert Frost cold on these h*es I just give them the

Edgar Allen Poe up

Sippin something expensive and party 'till they throw up

All my n***as roll up until the cops show up

My momma says momma's son is a millionaire

And just for that throw your ones up in the air

This is Freshman Adjustment meets Late Registration

Connected up with the kings all 'cos of Ricky's relations

Tell the n***a I've been studying since I started creating

Now all these n***as is hating waiting judging debating

Tryin' to charge me with a flagrant but I will not stop

They tryin' to Derek Fisher the boy but I will not flop

Instead I take it bassline like Kobe

And I play my own drums and basslines you know me homie

I'm getting courted by the bosses

The Ye's the Hov's the Puff's and all them n***a's who's notorious for flossing

Known to be in places these n***as ain't never heard of

And watched thrones up in the Mercer

Sign my signature in cursive for them incidentals

Then we got f**ked up off that

Ace

I came a long way from that place where n***as can't wait to get you

And now you copped your favorite mag and I'm in the latest issue

And all the b***hes I could never bag they steadily claiming they miss you

And it's a shame when I get the low-fade

Have all these women feeling like the fourth grade

Crushin on a Youngen 'cos they know I'm so paid

Once I get the digits consider me so laid

And none of this s**t is fiction cos really I don't play

I changed up my old ways to kill 'em like OJ

Remind them of a young Mike fresh J's and a gold chain

I stay tailored like politicians but f**k like I'm out on bond

Women catching feelings trying to be my first son mom

But I'm catching millions tying to be the first one on

And my CD do you feel me

If you coming come on

IE n***a I'm a IE n***a

Went from Colton High School to the widescreen n***a

Couldn't walk in my shoes or jog by me n***a

Since I play by my rules I acquired these figures

Now a n***a got enough to supersize ride with him

No surprise all these Benjamins inside my denim

Couldn't be the n***a sitting on the sideline benching

Open minds will be the ones to oblige my vision

Televise my mission on channel 5 see me in the news

They monitor my every move wanna see me lose

Hear the s**t I spit like what the f**k has gotten into you

I got 'em tuned in like a Jay-Z interview