>It's dirty
>It's dirty, hah
>It's dirty, yeah
>Backlog on my personality
>'Cause you thinkin' that you know me personally
>You rehearse me, and it's surfacing
>These ain't bars, I'm describin' a murder scene, it's a big ting
>Buddy gettin' fucked up like he Ving Rhames
>'Cause he don't know my name like The Ting Tings
>Chuck Berry, big strap, that's my ding-ling
>Really come from the heart when I sing tings
>Finna get this bitch shaking like jingling
>R.I.P. Bernie Mac, legend in the game
>R.I.P. Bernie Mac
>When I die, hope my music gives cowards pain
>Pray Allah, Christ, and Buddha, you'll never be shamed
>Lil' kids gonna inherit this fame
>E-plus my celebrity name, I'ma tell you now
>If I go plat', best believe, lil' bitch, that Peggy gon' change
>Y'all better pray I stay in my lane
>Never switch my ideals for position or fame
>If you do dirt, keep it quiet like Pootie Tang
>Lose it all for the nut like Louis C.K.
>Gag order on him, we ain't tryna be civil
>Ho, I'm aimin' for your head like Martin Luther King
>Shoot at your tour bus, we gon' increase your streams
>Big strap like Portia de Rossi, I know
