[Intro: Hood Fella]
Yo, yo, yo
Aight, everything's good
Ayy, Ron Paul, what's live, man?
You know it's time to throw out the '08, bring in the brand new '09
You know what I mean? (Keyz is killin' 'em in the streets)
Let's do this thing, yeah
Yo

[Verse 1: Hood Fella]
[?] do this shit all year
'09 re-up time, I want it all back
[?] that's the gang here to stay, fade away
Rappers, yeah, I potty them (Yep)
I don't play games here
Get it in, wordcraft
Never slack [?] thought to your conscience
Nonsense, I get busy like a one-way landline
And I'm P.A.'s livest in the [?]

[Verse 2: Kid Rich]
Yeah, therе's no forgettin' this
Go against Rich, watch your flow get dismissed
Got 'еm all in a frenzy, "Is he simply the kid of the century?"
They talk tough, but they scary there
We goin' cake, and y'all impersonate like Aries Spears
It's very clear that I dominate
They try to hate 'cause I'm the great
Stretch your bread like special ed, I've got it made
[Verse 3: Phats]
Don't you ever try to think about doin' me nasty
I raised you, somethin' like daddy
The [?] could open the [?]
If he wasn't my son, he'll be shittin' out his stomach in baggies
Now, which one of these killers gon' ask me
Who I'ma kill? When I'ma answer back, "Whoever gon' ask me"
Only real n***as feel this
And it takes a real n***a to put up his gun when he this sick

[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
Y'all is bubblegum rappers, I'm outta this orbit
Spit ill with real shit and doubt that you more sick
Cash comin' in with an accountant, it's sorted
Your girl on my dick and her mouth is enormous
Got bars like Xanax, maybe play your jam next
'Cause I'm poppin' and you ain't got a fan yet
One for the money, the other shit irrelevant
Fuck it, Ron Paul for the president

[Verse 5: Ron Paul]
N***as reachin' for stars but they mind ain't right
Target practice your squad like a war game type
Fake rappers in the game wouldn't squeeze they heater
Weak MCs, take me to your leader
Third-line wide receiver, for you non-believer
Throwin' bullets to your head before you have a seizure
I don't care about your science or your physical frame
[?]
[Outro: Ron Paul]
Yeah, man
These fuckin' n***as are phony
N***as in the game can't even rap anymore
These lyin'-ass n***as
Talkin' about they gettin' money
N***as ain't makin' no fuckin' type of money
How you fuck you get knocked
And your bond is a million, you supposed to put up a hundred thousand
You can't get the fuck out
Ha, but you drivin' all these cars, man
Come on, man, n***as is fake
Get the fuck outta the game, haha
Come on