In this corner with the 98
Subject of suckers object of hate
Who’s the one some think is great
I’m that one, son of a gun
Drivin’ by, wavin’ my fist
Makin’ ’em mad when I’m goin’ like this
Top gun, never on the run
They know not to come cause they all get some
Goin’ quicker in the speedin’ lane
Jealous can’t do it and it’s causin’ them pain
Out the window, middle finger for all
Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls
Suckers got the nerve and gall
To talk ’bout my car when they’re walkin’ tall
Pullin’ away, every day
Leavin’ you in the dust
So you know I get paid, on the mile ego trip
