Wireless Festival 2011 Lyrics

One time for the blunt blowers
Smoke seeping through the front door's
To them niggas throwin' dirt on my name
Bet that flame get you wet
Let it rain, now you mud throwers
Holla, holla, dog off the collar
Lord knows I be pimpin' like I'm Creflo dollar
Inside of my mind, designed like a haunted mansion
So I'm rich with thoughts like Charles Manson
Handsome so hoes screaming like they saw Hanson
Nigga your single is the pause anthem
Pause, for the applause
Walk on stage the cuties throwin' they draws
You walk on stage, they coochies gon' menopause
That mean I'm the shit you the stars
Lord, please forgive me, I'm easing over these tracks
Sneezing on all of the rappers knowin' they wet
Back to the wall, a nigga never fall
No, in fact I shine, you niggas past your prime
And I'm nowhere near mine
I think it's that time