Come on mama give me a break,
You know I am not no fake,
I just wanna see how many rappers I can shake,
Ill pile them up with a rake,
My lyrics go smooth like a snake that’s shed its old skin,
This is what happens when you turn boyz to men,
You act like me becoming famous is a sin,
These haters make me grin,
Just give me a pencil or a pen,
My chances at fame are getting thin,
Grab a bottle of gin sit back and chill,
They call me Triple C just like the pill,
Just leave it on the table I got your bill,
I’m like a roller coaster I’ll give you a thrill,
People kill, daily for a talent like mine,
They can’t even pencil out an outline,
The ladies call me fine,
Out of a five I get a nine,
So if you want to see a rap just give me the Q,
An like a pro I will show you how I do.