Hero

[Chamillionaire] I'm ready to get it started You better tell 'em I'm the hardest You hate on me then you retarded I'mma get mine regardless Uh, I'm seeing, the rap game's needing Me to come back to the mixtapes and relieve them Uh, fans geeking, and rap sales speaking Saying they in need of someone to believe in Uh, I'm seeing, that they ain't me I'll wreck a Polow beat for no apparent reason And I think it's hunting season So I'm cocking back and squeezing Look at the fans, talking bout who spit better lines I don't know what you're doing but prepare for mines I don't just spit a line better than Kevin Federline You better tell 'em I'm really better than whoever rhyme Hold up, let me get out this chair Hear you talking bout your hustles, ain't no profit there Hear you talking bout your deal, that ain't profit square Y'all get lil' royalties, I get profit share What up 50? What up Buck? What up Lupe? What up Game? What up Jeezy? What up Luda? What up T.I.? What up Wayne? And just cause I say a name, it doesn't mean I'm insane Cause I'm shoutin out all the artists that make me step up my game If I say I'm better than 50, his fans is gon' complain I say I'm better than Wayne, his fans will do the same I don't wanna ruffle feathers so maybe I should explain Maybe it's M.O.E., me over everythang I'm better than you know who, so better that it's a shame Better than Lil' Mama, I'm better than Lil' Zane Better than Lil' Blang, imbedded in your brain I'm better than every rapper that rap with a little name You should be pissed that I'm pissed I know some of my past records was a hit or a miss Don't try to twist up my ish and twist it into a diss If you gon' twist up what I said then you should twist it to this Lauren London can get kissed on the lips And Bill O'Reilly and Don Imus can get hit with a fist Hakeem, I'm "The Dream", stop missing the swish And MTV, my name is what you missed on the list Wait, let me rewind, I really don't want them To think I'm tryna diss and I just really want them To know I'm not the type to take Lauren to London Matter of fact, Lauren be lucky if I take her to lunch man It's the king of the hill from the land of the trill What up Elise, can't you see I'm moving in for the kill? Either I can drop one song a year like Skillz Or we can get off in these streets, it's time to pay these bills Gas prices getting high and I'm knowing I got a fleet I'm skinnier than a mother and knowing I gotta eat So any rapper out there that's knowing he got a beat Better never ever allow the instrumental to leak Studio every day and I'm letting 'em loose Black and Decker in the trunk, it ain't nothing but tools When I run a money marathon, it ain't nothing to prove My closet looking like a stadium, it's nothing but shoes Jae Millz, ain't forgot about the cover you gave me Appreciate it G, I'm still one of the crazy Rebels out of the Texas and I'm runnin 'em daily Now I'm back off in the streets like F you, pay me For jackin the Texas swagger, Famous, hand me the dagger Nah, never mind cause these fakers don't even matter Mixtape Messiah 4, August 27th And this just a throw away I got a draw full of 'em, let's go Yeah, they offended by words but you can tell it's fear They say ball till you fall, a fall is never near They all saying that they ball, who you telling dear? I manage a whole lot of money like I'm Kenneth Crear Manage a whole lot of money like I'm Shaka Zulu You think that I ain't good at rhyming? You out your noodle Safe sex man, your label tryna prostitute you I'm on the grind, up earlier than a cock-a-doodle What up Killer Mike? It's Grind Time man Rap game in my aim, I'm like 'bang, bang, bang' Only rappers getting mad, the ones who can't maintain Now the rappers getting back to the mixtapes man First they tried to hate when I left, said I'm history Came back, they telling me that they missed me Twenty G's for this watch? Are you sick G? A dot-com on my arm, ThisIs50 Haters talking, acting like they some motor mouths And I'mma automatic start and turn your motor off The crib big, MTV can't even show the house Cause it would take thirty minutes for them to show the couch F sales, (what you mean?) Bank account is great Wreckin it since nine-eight and never took a break Until recently, throwing my rob back in the lake Rap game tried to give me Kibbles till I took the steak Stop barking baby, I'm not starving Getting bucks, you crazy? I'm mill-walkin Your conscious is talking about caution Slit your wrists, slit, I'm sharper than Al Sharpton Koopa, easy