Lyrics:

Ain't rapping bout' race
But I'm rappin bout' grace

It's a big chase
If you wanna screw with my face

I'll spray some mace in your ace

So don't play with my game
Cuz I ain't really to blame

Don't wanna smoke
Wanna flame
Don't wanna play with no manes
Cuz I'll put ya to shame
Yeah, yeah

Bustin rhymes
Not rappin' bout crimes
Not snortin' no lines
Not even climbin' no signs

Just rappin bout better times

It's Young Trigga yo
I bid you hello

Not sayin the N word
Cuz  that ain't my game
Yeah that's really lame
Don't want no big fame

Cuz spittin bars is so cap
big map
Yeah it really claps
Rappin' on a mobile app
No cap, No cap

Hat backwards
Stealin' passwords
Rhyme exact words

Anonymous
It's so autonomous
 synonymous
Eponymous
Monogamous
Yeah, I love Anonymous

Yeah

Peace out

Introducing Trigga

Don't wanna sing bout you
Wanna sing about the crew
Wanna sing about the group
Who made this dude

You really crude
Cuz you have no juice
And you have no boo
So now you really rude

You sorry prude

And I have the proof
That you a dickhead dude

And you have no job
Cuz you a prick rude

 I don't have the skills
To deal with you

So to hell with you
Cuz you a ratatou
You ain't no dabbin' dude

you gas price cria
Don't start a fira
Pipeline wire
Push you higha

yeah

Hair drya
Gas fira
No pria
Cuz you a cria
Ain't no sia
Cuz you a buya
And most of all 
you a dryla

yo, yo, yo

MC Big