I'm right, chyeah
In my chair
With my crown, with my dear
Queen Bee, as I share
Mic time, with my air
Young Carter
Go farther
Go further
Go harder
Is that not
Why we came? and if not,
Then why bother?
Show no mercy in Murcielago's
Now my name's being mentioned with the martyrs
The Biggie's and the Pac's and the Marley's and the Marcuses
Garvey
Got me
A Molotov Cocktail
Flow even if you box well
Can't stop the blows *Kaboom*
The Roc Boy in the room
The dope, boy just came off the spoon
Also
I'm so
Fly I'm on auto-
Pilot
While guys just
Stare at my wardrobe
I see Euro's
That's right, plural
I took so much change
From this rap game
It's your go!
(Hey Mr. Carter)
Young!










