Artist: Rhyme Recka Album: The Autobiography of Rapper X Song: It's On Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Rhyme Recka] Yeah, Yeah, Big boy shit, Big boy shit Except then your talk'n all that fabulous love, (Bling) Big icy chains, Big car, Rims, You know Rob'n shit [Rhyme Recka] I pull up at hot spots front'n, 808's thump'n Gold diggers want'n my 411 and Cause they can see something in the dudes that's stunt'n Multicolored jewels, Seven figure moves Big residuals, I'm headline news Watchers enthused, Deep interviews Albums reviews, Critically acclaimed Changing the game, Flow's all flame He's off the chain, Rockstar status Do nothing average, Lifestyle lavish Wrist full of carrots, More Jacob then Jerod's Don't get embarrassed, Tote automatics Camera stay flashing, Polaroid fashion I keep hoes gasping, The black shades The waves, The mystique attracts them I should of been a Jackson, Lights-Camera-Action Rich and famous, It's on [Chorus: Rhyme Recka] It's on, Superstars, Fancy cars Bottle pop at the bars with the big entourage It's on, Hot flows tours and shows In and out studios, TVs, Videos It's on, Playa haters spectators Dime pieces and fakers, Record labels that play us It's on, Violate cross the line Plot and scheme on my shine like I don't carry mine It's on [Rhyme Recka] Wardrobe relentless, Red carpet entrance Hustle every sentence, My convo is vintage Forbes magazine, Paper on the scene Fortune five hundred with that C.E.O. lean Aviator’s tinted, Cloths weed scented The hood ??? underwood now re-invented Batton hard bottoms, Giving haters problems What you want I got em, Already rockin' I walk in to purchase you still window shopping Asking the prices I just pop the tags Count big faces and walk out with bags Spectators spot me, I duck paparazzi Clones try to copy, But obviously not me They product is sloppy, I'm just too cocky Neck and wrist blinging, Supermodels clinging To the all I see in, Fly human being [Chorus] [Rhyme Recka] I step on stages, (Yes-Yes yall, One-Two yall) For six digit wages My income ranges, I front cover pages Aggravate haters, Intimidate players Record spit razors, Buck fifty rhyme sayers Status is major, Autograph signer Billboard charter, Live show headliner Backstage passes, I tap backstage asses Record label industry parties I crashes V.I.P. loungers, I'm drunk cursing out the bouncers Recka in the house the D.J. announces Burning down ounces, Big clouds of smoke Three hundred dollar bottles, Champagne wet my throat The opposite of broke, Direct deposit Ill logic, You can't afford it I copped it Flowing in a rocket, Chrome in it, Drop it Wood grain in the cockpit, Pull up in hot shit [Chorus]