Lyrics
Now when I got my bandana on you know it's going down,
Flagging my bandana or it's on my face wrapped around,
I need to let them know that I ain't playing around,
If I see em in Motown, I'll pound em in the ground,
Cuz that is where I'm found, and no I ain't hard to find,
I'm that fresh young stunna with this money on my mind,
I ain't lying, I am the michigan monsta,
And the block is hotter than the toaster,
R.A.P. ain't R&B, I'll kill you on a beat,
I'm a beast off in these streets and nah I ain't weak,
If you trying to get at me, cuz of beef, shit ain't sweet,
I'll put that bread on your head, bullets spread and you dead,
We might have to run from the feds but I don't care, I ain't scared,
I'm used to it, I do this on a daily basis,
Running from all the cops and steady dodging cases,
We prepared to drive off for any police chases,
And I'm laying all these swagger jackers on the pavement,
And I'll continue to be number one and running my click,
And Imma keep this bandana on my face trick,
And I ain't that hustler that you wanna fight with,
I think the cops are tapping into my phone,
If I found out that they are then it's going down,
And Imma get my goons and we gone make our rounds,
And the whole time I will have my bandana on,
What up dawg, Roderick's back,
What you gonna do, snitch and chat,
Them choppers go rat-a-tat-tat,
Just one question, are you on crack,
Cuz your rhymes are wack, and you can't attack,
As a matter of fact, I'll get ya head detached,
So you better stop that, before I come back and get my spot back,
I be in the black, smoking blacks, with yo girl in the back,
And I don't lack nothing, I be stunting while you fronting,
You'll hear me coming cuz my car's speakers is making tremendous noise,
While I'm riding with my boys, each one of them got some toys,
The audience says 'Dang', they didn't know I could flow like this,
Well R.A.P. are the initials that I was born with,
So when you see me riding round, in my car, in Motown,
You know it's going down cuz I got my bandana on,
I got my bandana, I got, I got my bandana on x3
I got my bandana on, I got my bandana on,
Pull up at the show, get out the door,
in all gold, wearing gold, with some hoes and my bros,
1,2,3,4 I need a calculator to count all these hoes,
Someone owe me money that's what I'm really here for,
So if I see him then Imma have to start something,
Cuz when I ask 'where's my money?' he responds with another question,
Said something stupid, you better off saying nothing,
My partner hand in his jacket and you can't tell but he clutching,
Why do I see you partying when you owe me bread,
I need to see my money now or would you rather be robbed instead,
If you want money then you gotta pay the cost,
And if you pay the cost then you will floss,
From day one, I was willing to pay the cost,
So I decided that I'll be the boss,
I don't give a damn what you heard or you saw,
Bitch I'm a gangsta and my flow stay raw,
And I stand on all ten toes on my feet so you know that I will never fall,
I am always out here trying to get it,
I could give you a head start and still beat you to the finish,
Every track I'm rippin, and I will extinguish,
Anybody who gets in my path,
In school, I skipped every class except math,
Cuz I knew that in time I will be making some cash,
that is the reason why I wanna keep choppers by the stash,
So if any jackers trying to get it, Imma just say I ain't with it,
I know the law made me conceal it but I will reveal it,
I'm sick of these rappers testing my skills,
These guys are fake I'm 100% real,
I'm trying to teach that this is the way I live,
And no matter what they do I'll still be here,
You don't want to come to my hood,
They come out shooting from the woods,
And leave you dripping right there in ya own blood,
I'm the rawest one out here, got that understood?
Well by now you have a clue,
And if you don't then I'll tell you,
