Yeah, Ghet-O-Vision, Slumerican, Shady, bitch, yeah

Look mama, no hands

I’m standing on top of a motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, Airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

Yela, how’s it going?

Oh man, I’m standing on top of

the motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, Airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

Ain’t no reason to quit, what the fuck I look like?

To put a cease and a desist on this heat

that I spit, shit, bitch!

I believe in my wits enough to believe on my kids

Won’t be home 'til Christmas

Chevy’s on the wish list

no Santa Claus, no ma’am, no problems

I’m stuck in play like a fair ball

Know you love to call it "fouls"

and "hip hop ain't in the south"

But this country rap tunes

Got a bitch in the back room with a open mouth, ah!

But sacrifice it all and lord knows it

With my life on the bullseye

Make a camera jealous of my focus

And that’s Shady if you ain’t noticed

The thing's loaded

I put that on my great granddaddy named Otis

In a traffic jam, I got my lane open

Play the game with the same token

You did and crack the bank open

When they said the rap game was in the drought

I was swimming in so much dope I

had to break my life jacket out

Like

Look mama, no hands

I’m standing on top of a motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, Airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

Yela, how’s it going?

Oh man, I’m standing on top of

the motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, Airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

Get a work out bitch, run your lips

I know you’d dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon

Just to see me trip

You window shopping and can’t see the gift

When the shit is sitting in front of your face

Like cement in between the bricks

If the world had name for me, I’d be Slumerican

This whole shit started out with, bitch bet I can

And I do it with Casio and a farmers tan and

On the top of the hundred grand, uh, bet I stand

And I made it through 'cause I had heart

Waking up to roaches in my cereal box

Buddy, that’s a bad start

Food stamps in the Pathmark

When some of these bitch-ass rappers

would take a dick to say they had it hard

Don’t make one of these slums come intercept you

Enter your dorm room and punk you, you internet goons

I'm spring loaded with the salt

of an old man drinkin' a fifth

And steering with my knee in an old van like hey

Look mama, no hands

I’m standing on top of a motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, Airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

Yela, how’s it going?

Oh man, I’m standing on top of

the motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, Airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

A couple of loose screws ain’t stopping a train from moving

A couple of bucks short of a bill

and I'm still one hundred proofing

Under the heat like I been metal roofing

In a trench coat and a black hoody

head banging to heavy metal music

I’m now on, thank God, 'Bama it's on

Throwing rocks out the window on 20, that’s a milestone

Hello tomorrow, yesterday is now gone

I dedicate this song to me, fuck how wrong

Shoe laced up, with the mainstream face up

With the same team that I came up with

Mayne what!

Changed the game up like a change up

With a pain that'll drain on to

Bitch you better remain tough

Mayne what!

Used to help Weezy pack up a 50 pounds

Green bay packin' a bowl up, a broke soul packin' a couch

'Cause the landlord used to kick me out

But I went from packing my house

to packing the house, biitch

Like

Look mama, no hands

I’m standing on top of a motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, Airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

Yela, how’s it going?

Oh man, I’m standing on top of

the motherfucking hundred grand

They took a shot, Airball

You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all