Intro-Lord Infamous

You better get familiar with the sound, baby Is what happens when you win a Oscar They make 'em sing for you Juicy J, DJ Blak It's the conexion, baby I'm still working while I'm on vacation You can't tell me nothing by my dedication W**d, pills and that drank, that's my medication Feet up in my whip cause it's very spacious Hey, hold up, hold up I told you with no mistake Ain't no missunderstanding Juicy J, DJ Blak Yeah, we here, baby O's to Oscars Who the f**k would ever thought we would win a Oscar in here? I'm still working while I'm on vacation You can't tell me nothing by my dedication W**d, pills and that drank, that's my medication Feet up in my whip cause it's very spacious All these niggas nervous, what the f**k is pressure? You not on this level cause you lack the effort You thought you seen the drop, you 'bout to see a desert Getting to this money is my guilty pleasure I should take a break and let 'em get a chance F**k that sh*t, I'm turnt up in this b**ch again B**ch I ain't your daddy, I can't hold your hands One thing that's for sure is bands gon' make her dance Play this at your party, play this on your block Yeah play this at your office, play this in your shop Play this when you and the homies load the Glock's Play that sh*t again when my album drops My business gets personal F**k [?] I heard a couple lines that you stole from a verse or 2 My flow is too versatile My punchlines get surgical 'Fore I even heard of you, already murdered you Hard work pays off, so b**ch you know what to do Lock myself down in the trap for 'bout a month or 2 I got work, so you know that clientèle is coming through We got grams, we got grammy's, we got O's and Oscar's too She wanna hop in the Range, I wanna hop in the Wraith She wanna all in the pants, I wanna all in her face All I be wanted is bands, all I be wanted is base I don't wanna be no friends, b**ch get the f**k out my face She fell in love with the date, I fell in love with the yay I fell in love with the cake, ain't got time to go spray Had to make sure we was straight I was the reason we ate, I put the food on your plate You should just let me degrade Have a melon or a grape, all these niggas full of hate I'm so high, need a cape I'm so high, I'm in outer space My safe is running out of space cause I be spreading to the cake Like I'm tryna win a race, your b**ch is all up in my face Tell us we got good taste, cause all I know is first place Who is the one that was telling you niggas 'bout cooking and whipping the yay Real niggas getting this money so f**k you little bloggers and f**k what you say