[Lyric] Ric Flair (Qipp Smithers)

Verse 1:
Made it to my destination
Feelin like Big Sean I'm finally famous
Gettin congratulated, hats off like graduation
And I don't love these hoes it's just an infatuation
Life picture perfect can finally frame it
Need a camera crew 24/7 no exaggeration
All the dreamers still sleep I woke up I had to chase it
Seein my people straight is my motivation way past the basics
Hold up let me explain it
Im what they talk about
Been killin, yellow tape and chalk em out
Not walkin in until bottles out, chicks pay attention when I'm walkin out
I just do it like a king do it, let her call me daddy cause it got a nice ring to it
Rookie in the game hangin with the heavyweights
And even sittin at the top I'm still heavily underrated
How you big whippin but behind on your car payment, you overstaffed ya checkin and its nothing in ya savings (wooo)
Man I'm just sayin
Was waitin on my time til I figured out I had to take it
You wish I had a slow start like Donkey Kong on a go cart
I got the keys but it's push start
Walk in the mall and cop, Paul Blart
Hook:
Ric Flair energy, put some respect on my name when you mention me
May not mention but they aware so far ahead this shit just isn't fair got em screamin like (wooo)
Got the money throwin up, I got the bottles pourin up
I got my homies rollin up, I got these hoes up in the cut
Had to make it clear homie, this shit ain't fair homie
And I got em like (wooooo)

Verse 2:
Lookin for the plug in the street, I'm the socket nigga
Do it for the city so you know we keep a rocket with us
Bad bitch with me look like something out the tropics
And if money ain't the convo Ima have to switch the topic
Remember I couldn't get a call and they wouldn't show up
No one was really checkin for me til them checks showed up
Had to swallow my pride that bullshit I threw up
Now I'm Lt. Dan legs because shit I blew up
Chicks say I'm so mannish now baby ya I grew up
I'm all on hey heads now like snap backs and new cuts
Changed my neighbors because my tax bracket done moved up
Chased my D reams they was asthmatic and slowed up (wooo)
And I got Ric Flair energy, fuel to the fire is stuntin on all my enemies
No no you not a friend to me
Ima rapper not an actor homie I can't pretend to be
I'm all that a bag of chips and a side dish
Ya baby momma on her best day couldn't be my side chick
Bossing up like Ric Flair just look at my wrist, my whip, my chick
And I got em like (wooo)
Hook:
Ric Flair energy, put some respect on my name when you mention me
May not mention but they aware so far ahead this shit just isn't fair got em screamin like (wooo)
Got the money throwin up, I got the bottles pourin up
I got my homies rollin up, I got these hoes up in the cut
Had to make it clear homie, this shit ain't fair homie
And I got em like (wooooo)
(X2)