Well, I'm the ghetto's answer to Trump   I'm cancer to the Hamptons   20 million a wop, brand sac and mansions   Increase the noise pollution, as soon as I land in   Don't even trust uppity white folks   Keep the cannon tuck   Niggas trying to lean on Jay, shots gonna stand you up   Glocks gonna pop, ya not understandin much   I hustle for the thuggest   Well, now I hustle for the rust, like fuck it baby    I just love it   Chicks now say they like the way I thug it   Since my album dropped,my stock grows like I went public   Ladies I love ya   But I love my freedom more   I love my niggas, love to see them ball   I love Bean's and Bleek   Them niggas like my Peter and Paul   My disciples, and that's right we coming for the title.....   Do you believe, it's Hova the God