Intro: Notorious B.I.G
You paranoid and you think cos i know how niggas is
When you are in the streets and you hustling you know how niggas is cos you was one of them niggas you know what im saying?
You on the corner you tryna get your money you see a nigga row up by in a Benzo or a Bimma you like fuck that nigga you know what I’m saying?

[Verse 1: Flippa]
Rapping from the heart they just rapping in vain
Going over heads like im writing on planes
My rap is insane, real hands testify
Reaching for the stars you would think I’m trynna touch the sky
Looking into the future with better eyes
Even when i fall i stand tall like the letter I
I’m Luther king in search of Coretta Scott
Rappers aim for the top but I’ve got a better shot
So i let it fly like a pelican
Tell a story in my verse like the New Testament
Like a new specimen i put em to the test
Underestimate nobody but it’s a few that i respect
See my bars gory, style prolly leave the track bodied
Bring it back! more heat when im ripping tracks
Flip is wack? Irony
Your verse got five dudes yawning
Blaze rappers in the maze their bars too corny

[B.I.G Interlude 1]
Ready to die was 95 per cent a chronic. 5 per cent of me
All the rest of that shit was the weed mahn
All that suicidal thought shit all that extra shit that niggas ain't really supposed to be talking about, that was the weed talking mahn. Blame it on the lot

[Verse 2: Flippa]
Yeah. I trynna be where the top is, be the topic
Of discussion be the reason why they talking
Independent mind state like Nkrumah’s off springs
Haters plot but we stay on top like cufflinks
Me and my homies bosses, at least in our mind still
See no competition i just wanna bring the price home
So ride along or stay clear off my path
Just read the signs (Science), stay clear off the math
The future bright i can tell you what it’s looking like
I handle bars like I’m riding Suzuki bikes
If you don’t see me on the throne you ain't looking right
You shouldn’t try, couldn’t catch-up if you booked a flight
Right? I ride on till the road ends
Competition can’t stand me like i broke legs
I let the ink spill like a brother broke pens
Cos all i got is rich dreams and some broke friends

[B.I.G Interlude 2]
Fuck! If i was dead i wouldn’t have to worry about nothing
I could just lay up either I would be in heaven or hell
I just be laying the fuck up just chilling
I wouldn’t have to worry about no problems
That’s what i was on, I wasn’t on no killing ma self shit
I was just saying if i was dead i would be a lot better off
And sometimes i still be feeling like that
Murfuckers wanna stress a nigga out

[Verse 3: Flippa]
Look! I’m trynna make it big like a calorie
Always keep it real they just Halloween
In every song every bar every verse keep haters in check like a salary
I’m probably top 5 in your top 5's top 5
So ahead of my peers like i stopped time
For the green we just speed at the stop sign
Young David with sling throwing roc signs
When i write, earn stripes like a zebra, i dare you to cross me
They running out of luck at god speed, tell em niggas godspeed
Peep the rhyme scheme, if you got drive I’m the car keys
See them coming up short like khakis
Raise the bar y'all ain't never too deep
Truthfully you too weak, we fourteen days apart