Lyrics: [Verse 1] I’m performin’ tonight you know that shit gon be packed Pay me in advance and make sure that it’s exact My ex girl’ll probably show up for the simple fact That tomorrow she can tell all of her friends it was whack But fuck that though, this about me They say my whole fan base is missing id But the young trend setting musician I be Got critics giving up the recognition I de-serve Never bring yo mrs. By me I’m it I’m it call me Mr. IT If I get one wish I’mma wish to die free They say gon head, ball like mrs. ivory, And I do The realest in my age group, no shit SoHo, Cosmo, bah mar blow fish? Lets make a toast, tell yo friends come closer Drinks on me like a coaster [Chorus] We doin it big Look at what I done Look at where I’m is It’s only just begun Cause I was staying home When they was having fun So please don’t be surprised when they announce that I won And this is how my speech goes I deserve this shit, I deserve this shit, I deserve this shit That’s all I got to say, at the top is where I stay And tell my haters never go away The Winner [Verse 2] Long awaited, hated Fans see me out and they holla happy belated It’s about time that you made it I was bumping yo songs when nobody else played it When I was up in hot ?? in atlanta steady giving daps Fetching niggas drinks but I never got to rap? If anybody asked though I prolly woulda snapped But I can’t sign nothing til my lawyer get the fax and no one decides who the definition of talent is and mrs …