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