From the recording You Are What You Listen To
Lyrics
Verse 1
Same shit different toilet water, this is called a slaughter / mr mean sixteen back get ya bars in order/ smell blood, stay on the hunt like a vulture do/ close to loot tryna stack the hundreds by the multiples/ TakeOva add the 3 to that it's official now/ when u making noise it's make it's hard for them to miss u now/ u know the biz us winning is one of they phobias/ another year to leavem hurt again like Kobe was/ I started out on cassettes w this rap shit/ and now I'm all on the web like arachnids/ when we cash in break it in fractions by the lump/ we need extra napkins we all eating like the Klumps/ I'm tryna figure which way now more quicker/ to run thru these rap niggas like malt liquor/ it's obvious to see I BEEN what the game missing/ listen I make the game fly no Blake Griffin
Chorus
When I was a lil stereo/ I wanted to be champion/ I always wonder/ will I ever be yaaaaoww
Ayo I'm ill son, this the really real son/ sh*t that you can feel son, sh*t that you can build from/ until the deal come, lend me your eardrums/ out in the field son, sh*t get really real
2nd verse
I'm a whole different rage, like cyclops when he lift his shades/ when I pop it won't be shit to say/ but damn I knew he was the man just hoped he didn't prove it/ this music is my golden ticket I'm just here to use it/ dreamed of days like these in my teens coming up/ slaying stages wit ease got the breezies running up/ grip the sleazy by butt she get easy by the cup/ of vodka rock her that's the meaning of bottoms up yup!/ I stay deep in thought this here barely scratch the surface/ just a glimpse of the abyss I be packing words in/ tryna think of what's wack or worse than/ a rapper telling u he this n that on tracks but never that in person/ it's more of that emerging sad to say/ if they was THAT dangerous I'd be ghost Haunted Hathaway/ I heard'm say they the shit now/ nigga we don't believe you SIT DOWN!!
Chorus
When I was a lil stereo/ I wanted to be champion/ I always wonder/ will I ever be yaaaaoww
Ayo I'm ill son, this the really real son/ sh*t that you can feel son, sh*t that you can build from/ until the deal come, lend me your eardrums/ out in the field son, sh*t get really real
Repeat Chorus