作曲 : Nasir Jones/Chauncey Hollis Jr

VERSE 1

Why would I ever have to cop a chain or game

When the QB chain birth moved the chains in the game

No post office was stampin’ time

Took out a slice out of the Big Apple made apple pies

Family sized

Leather bombers and Nike Sacais

Dangerous corners you better pray that tomorrow arrives

Rap Sugar Ray Robinson nothin’ sweet

Yall too out of shape to even box with me

Heavyweight I know my way around the ring

Just like shorty know her way around the store

Makin’ hits with Hit-Boy all he gotta do is hit record

Record breakin’ news had to show up just to fill the void

Confused spoiler oh boys yall better keep your poise

Leave me out of the weasel shit

Be cool when you see me I’m higher than that rap diva shit

The hood know you pussy so we don’t buy or believe in it

Locked in on the instrumental I took back the key to this

Uh

HOOK 1

Run me the keys, run me the B’s, run me that float back

Your top 3, I’m not number 1, how could you post that?

I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that

I’m not the one to go at, you **** around Meet Joe Black

Run me the keys, run me the B’s, run me that float back (What I’m sayin)

Your top 3, I’m not number 1, how could you post that? (Uh)

I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that (Yeah)

I’m not the one to go at, you **** around Meet Joe Black

VERSE 2

What I’m sayin’ people sayin’ what’s already been said

Predictions I don’t listen it’s already in my head

No funny shit

You’re most hungry place, I was past that at 28

Underground tapes, ask my ASCAP and publishing stakes

As we slide in the G-ride

I been gettin’ criticized, it’s keepin’ me energized

Create with a business mind

I’m from where killers reside

A wild hood, only knew goons since my childhood

Niggas say anything in they raps cuz it sound good

Don’t even mean what they say, horrible outlook

Yall ain’t really ‘bout this, house nigs

Yall was in the house with it

We don’t respect fake jewelry and silly outfits

Window down, blowing out kush

Grey tints, New York’s J Prince on Houston Street

I caught the bounce before my nigga even bounced the beat

I took the hard way in this shit, man it’s the route for me

Uh

HOOK 1

Run me the keys, run me the B’s, run me that float back

Your top 3, I’m not number 1, how could you post that?

I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that

I’m not the one to go at, you **** around Meet Joe Black

Run me the keys, run me the B’s, run me that float back

Your top 3, I’m not number 1, how could you post that?

I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that

I’m not the one to go at, you **** around Meet Joe Black

VAMP

Why would I ever have to cop a chain or game

When the QB chain birth moved the chains in the game

Why would I

OUTRO- Soulja Boy

"...for real talk, the nigga who killed hip hop for real is Nas, dog...that nigga killed hip hop...hip hop is dead...that nigga went and told everybody...he came out publicly and said...HIP HOP IS DEAD...