Zatarain's

I came in this game not lookin' for a friend Down by five, goddamn, I gotta win

Trash-ass rapper, gotta throw him in the bin I drive a Toyota, I don't need no Benz

Fake-ass rappers gon' do it for the count Different kind of flavor, marinate, not the

Twelve-round fight, Trilly bout to win the bout Come my way, you better take another route

Sit they ass down like they need the intervention Ball so hard, can't stand my

division Make sure you at me when you mention, out your mentions

Nothing fake about me, don't believe it, pretending

Hundred miles an hour, gotta push it to the limit I'm just getting started, hell, naw I ain't finished

Step back, fade away, hit him with the shimmy Real from the jump, other rappers got gimmicks

Zatarain, oh-ho, Zatarain Im spicy on fire like a hot-ass plate from Zatarain