half of his shit didnt hit cause ima chick/
im on the field ur a chessplayer tryin 2 get a chick/
ur the 1 in the stand screamin my name/
sayin i wish i could b that girl i wish i had game/
ur lame u dont belong in the game u cant rhyme/
im not scared 2 go first it was ur callout not mine/
yeah hes wearin gator air force 1 but they fake/
im wearin real gucci his gator aint real its paint/
y r u allways sayin young gunnerz r they ur idols/
hes a bitch he cant take the pain he needs midol/
kid im the nose guard ur the equipment manager/
while im gettin the applause ur gettin laughter/
now ur reputation is shattered its broke/
against this white girl ur bound to choke/
face it u cant rap u dont belong in the game/
r u really hotbarz did y change ur name?/