It′s the remix, nigga

Whoa, Kenny!

Kenny, you ready?

All these racks in the ceiling got rappers back in they feelings

Treat the game like Trump voters did the Capitol building (hahahaha)

In a 600 Maybach, the only passenger in it

Ain't got no cash for the dealer if don′t no stashes come in it (huh)

Denzel hit me, and I couldn't get back fast enough, nigga (what up)

Talent attract talent, I'm just not rapping with niggas (uh-uh)

The way I′m crafting this shit get way too tactical, nigga

All my albums is classical just to challenge you niggas

My shit been in crazy demand (I know), but play again

I be plugging with 80 grand and have it 80 a gram

I feel fast as Tyreek Hill chasing these bands

Who else glacier′d they hand and be wearing Bape shit from France?

I'm into lightskin bitches and blue dinero (okay)

Bricks in a blue Camaro, I feel like a superhero

Every year, they discuss me, who else they gon′ name but me?

And Gunn, we the ones who they call when they get rusty

Griselda, nigga

Get money from a show, then deposit it (ugh)

Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah)

So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (nasty)

Rising like the stocks, stockbroking

The Shogun, came through with no gun

One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command

And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet

I told ′em please go to church, and please get on a diet

Shoebox came with the doowop

One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac

Two shots, that′s two grazed in two days

What goes up must come down on Tuesday

And I don't like Pixar, mister, I am the master

I came through like a- (wait a minute) bastard

Nobody fathered my style

People said I would fall off, but I been here for a while, so, nope!

Are you ready for the motherfuckin' giant?

The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the lycan

The vampire, taking over empires

If the game was a tooth, I′m a fucking pair of pliers

We gon′ do 'em Vinny-style

As you can see, this nigga got many styles (serious)

Know too many niggas that got semi rounds (serious)

And cold like (ice)

Put thorns to your crowns, you go out like Christ, my nigga

Get money from a show, then deposit it (ugh)

Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah)

So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it′s atrocious (nasty)

Rising like the stocks, stockbroking

The Shogun, came through with no gun

One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command

And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet

I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet

You already know what time it is

It′s the motherfucking championship