Mark McGwire Future

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Yeah, I guess I feel like Lance Armstrong
You know, I win the race, hell yeah
We call it the Tour of the Streets (Dramatic, nigga!)
But it’s like I'm cheatin'
Cause my shit is on steroids
And they shit ain't
You niggas keep peddlin', though
Mr. Thanksgiving

[Hook]
I took those VVS's and slapped ‘em right on my chest (Yeah)
After I smash her (What happen?), I don’t care who come next
I took off in a Bentley, and came back in a Spider
My trap on steroids (Turn up!), we servin' Mark McGwire
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Yeah)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Turn up)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Turn up)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is?

[Verse 1]
I think I'm Big Meech, all my niggas sell drugs
Cause I'm a rich nigga, she wanna give me a hug
But she a freak ho, and I won’t show her no love
My shit's on Mobb Deep, like I'm from NYC
A thousand for some glasses, I see my city in 3D
I'm poppin' bottles, nigga, like it’s the 4th of July
I think I’m Bill Gates, I'm takin' over the Net
We shootin' choppers, nigga, we ain't fuck with them tecs
I think I'm Young Jeezy, 'cause I motivate thugs, yeahhhh
I think I'm Lil’ Boosie, I’m ‘bout to start sendin' hits
And Future Castellano, I’m on that mafia shit