I hold the mic, like inmates hold the phone//
Hold my own I was born home alone//
Niggas 'round me flash heat and hold the chrome//
Sell rocks at newsstands, and roll with stones//
Y'all fake like you knowin' my lifestyle//
Like you might smile, if I was holdin a little child//
Cops would approach just assuming shit//
But I’m moving quick, 'cuz my mood has switched//
On the net I’m like fuck it, whatever//
In reality, only motherfuckin' real cats is fucking with 'Matic/
So while i’m laid back, y'all like, "did he say that?!"//
Enigmatic talking more greasy than P. Diddy’s wave cap//
Big E is raw, my hype man is a cen-sor//
We don’t relate like white men and the ‘n’ word//
So go get nike’d down and check yourself//
Or your next straight line will affect your health//
R.E.S.P.E.C.T. yourself like Aretha’s reflection//
If you hate this race, you’ll be needing a weapon//
I succeeded in stepping to most of y'all cats//
Like Marshall and Nate, Enigmatic won’t collapse//
The racial shit; I wont stick my nose in that//
Wrote some raps now you think you close to a mack//