Verse 1 
Young Caesar, the crowd please, the town leader in a round theater 
When the town needed?most?you assassinate my?character with all the shit that?you say 
Et tu, Brute? 
Stabbed in the back, touche, through your shade 
But they wrote plays about me, name me after the fade 
You tupee, you [?] really, we do say 
You must be silly thinking he do yay 
They knew the name, they knew he could spit him some game 
Let him refrain, but sippin' [?] on a train 
Gotta lend me to get him a cane, you couldn't sit 
Shit let alone live in this lane 
Young Hovito he a sensei 
I'm Tito Puente mixed with Big Daddy Kane 
Do it for the couple cents, getting my rent paid 
And mi gente that's how we living these days

Chorus 
Notes, quotes, anything I wrote 
The whole sculpt the pole, ordinary folk 
Could be dead on the door, head on the floor 
Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached 
Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid 
(Wiki got it coming this year) 
Notes, quotes, anything I wrote 
The whole sculpt the pole, ordinary folk 
Could be dead on the door, head on the floor 
Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached 
Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid 
(Wiki got it coming this year)

Interlude
There's some ugly motherfuckers in here

Verse 2
See the rooster on my chest? I'm cocky
Y'all don't know Papi Chulo, Cool-o got me obsessed
A raunchy honky menudo
You could taunt me but what the fuck do you know
Kudos? Nah, I need blue notes
My Jew bro taught me to be frugal [?]
You see the price, you actin' conceited
The lead of peace will light, Jesus Christ
Will it be he that reads my rights?
Will I see the light?
This will make it hard to sleep at night
Just keep it tight, keep going
Ain't no knowing, just some cheap advice I'm giving
What's a piece I'm getting all your fucking stream subscription
But I need it just as much as you need to listen
While I keep pretending that I make a decent living
I'm in the streets drinking or in the sheets hitting them cheeks
Thinking

Chorus
Notes, quotes, anything I wrote
The whole sculpt the pole, ordinary folk
Could be dead on the door, head on the floor
Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached
Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid
(Wiki got it coming this year)
Notes, quotes, anything I wrote
The whole sculpt the pole, ordinary folk
Could be dead on the door, head on the floor
Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached
Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid
(Wiki got it coming this year)

Outro
What the fuck do you know
What the fuck do you know
Young Caesar
I'm in the streets
What the fuck do you know
Young Caesar, the crowd please