Royce da 5'9" - Layers Album Lyrics

Yeah
I wanna share some shit with y'all
All truth, all truth

Like I'm standing inside a Tabernacle
I promised not to lie in not one of these verses
I started out as a battle rapper
All I knew was Maxells, ADATs, DATs and gats
My name is Ryan Daniel Montgomery
Recovering alcoholic, I grew up on 9 Mile
I'm not a gangster, drug dealer or thug nigga
Just an MC who made a name with his rhyme style
Sometime around '95 I found my calling
And that all coincides with the time that I found my darling
Now later on in the story I tell you her significance
But now let's talk about me, specifically
Three brothers and one sister see
My daddy taught me consistency with his f*cking patterns
Hallelujah I'm the son of a addict
My addiction was music
All I would do is go to the studio and The Shelter
Listening to Redman and Heltah Skeltah

Aye y'all remember that one joint from the Heltah Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be an artist, I didn't want to be anything else
You know, but my mom had plans for me, she wanted me to go to school, so you know

To make mom's happy
I took some general courses in college
Took the bus until I got hella bored with that
Because the bus stop I had to walk to
Was right across from the first studio I ever recorded at
Now I would have to assume that
It was either meant for me to be rapping
Or meant for me to be laughing at God's
Geographical humor
As soon as I stepped foot in the open-mic it was like a reunion
I was a shoe-in
I met Kino there too
And he asked me to manage me
And that was back in like, let me see
'97, my girl was pregnant
Hurdles was prevalent
And nigga it therapeutic just for me to breathe into my mic
Started learning why the Lord put certain people in my life
And the way he started blessing me, uh
I guess before my inner-demons got the best of me
Like sneezing was my vice
Needless to say that December 29th was the day I became a believer in fate

Okay now it's December 28th, my day is goin' great
Kino booked me a show under contract to do that night
I got a call from my girl's people saying she in labor in the hospital right now
9th floor. I get on the elevator
Elevator stops on the 5th floor, elevator opens up, my uncle's standing there crying
Now I'm caught off guard, I'm like, what the f*ck?

My uncle standing there like "Ryan, they that way"
I walk out, I see my momma and that entire side of my family
Looking like it's some kind of drama happenin'
I said "what happened"
They like "Granny's been in a bad accident, and it ain't looking good"
I'm like "man, what?"
I'm having a baby four floors up
Before I froze up
I'm trying to figure out why the Lord chose us
Or maybe chose me
To ride in this emotionally roller coaster
My momma said "the baby here yet?"
I'm said "maybe"
She like "maybe? Baby, go see"
I walk away feeling like a good father, the same time as a terrible son
Get to my girl, she 5 centimeters dilated so I waited
She got to get to 'bout nine 'til it's that time
And meanwhile I'm more popular in this hospital than the doctors
Nurses watching, whispering like "that's the one right there
Who got the lady in labor on 9 and the other lady dying on 5"

By this time I don't even f*ckin' remember that I got a show
Somebody had to remind me. The doors was already open at the venue
I got emotions runnin' every which way
All the nurses and stuff is like,
"We'll keep you posted about the baby, we'll keep you posted about your granny"
I didn't like seeing my mama like that, so I had to get out of there

Yeah, I hit the stage at 11:50, killed it
I got off at about midnight
With about six types of different emotions floatin' around inside me
Hopeless, tryna find me
Hopin' in time God'll guide me
In the future, just as I was about to leave out
I saw Kino talkin' to Marshall and then he introduced us
We talked about collaboratin' and how chasin' this rap thing is aggravatin'
But I'll get back, I got the family waitin'
I get to skatin'
As soon as I get to the hospital they tell me that my granny didn't make it
She just died, I'm feelin' helpless, it hurt me
On the flip side, my little boy is healthy in the nursery
I picked him up, looked in his eyes for the first time and just cried
Ain't no denyin' this is the power of God
I said, "I love you, Granny" and looked to the sky
Like even though he just got here, goodbye

This is how the story goes
Powerful day
Powerful day
Most significant day in my life
I mean, aside from meetin' my man Marshall,
My son bein' born and my granny dying on the same day
My grandma didn't live anywhere near that hospital I learned a lot this day
I learned that the universe has this way of balancing itself out
For me to lose such a beautiful soul in my granny
And gain such a beautiful soul with my first born son
Little Royce, it showed me that God is real God is real
And you know what they say, God giveth, God taketh away

God taketh away, and God giveth
The clock's tickin' away as the plot thickens today
Cause I'm sippin' hard liquor
We couldn't suffer the same amount of losses
Cause my supply's bigger
Don't associate me with nothin' but that dopest child star shit
That Lindsey Lo', that Todd Bridges
Hit your block with a tickin' bomb that'll
Leave the competition in hospital
I'm the product of foolish pride
I'm a speeding bullet who responds to the pull of God's trigger
Jumpin' out the barrel, like "Excuse me, Nas, move aside, Jigga"
I'm hard as proving ground bricks
Groundbreaking each time I spit words and they hit the street
You don't like the game, you can google my dick, bitch

And that goes to everybody
I pray for foes, I pray for hoes
I pray for everybody
But you can pray for them
If you gon' pray for somebody, pray for them

Don't pray for me, pray for Paris
Pray for Nigeria, pray for peace
Pray for your marriage
Pray your horse don't sway far away from your carriage
Why you put all your eggs in one basket?
Blowin' dumb cash on Wraiths and karats
Your daughter ain't an heiress, I hope she's taken care of
More importantly, I hope this gun in your face don't end up in your mouth
I'll make you taste the terror of the kickback of this gat that could break the barrel
More court cases, hate betrayal
If I approach thee, boy, please take me serious
Cause if I say that I shall, I shall proceed
I don't cry wolf cause I don't enjoy wasting tears any more than I enjoy wasting shells
I looked at the state of my health and asked the reverend 'bout it
I didn't just pray for myself, I prayed for everybody

But you can pray for them
They need you more than me, pray for them
Pray for everybody

Look around, look around, look around, look around
Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you're seeing
I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges
It's like they're all targets, pray for them
Pray for everybody

Live from the gutter, my father's a drugger
The block is my mother, 2Pac got it on lock in my suburb
I got dope double-wrapped up in bubble wrap on top of my cupboard
Old ladies watching from shutters
Tellin' all the children keep watching out for us
Bad influences, we the gumbo that you see inside the pot
Swimming 'round in all the saddest, truer shit
Attic in the coolest whip
Riding 'round my city lookin' for the baddest newest bitch
Hammer in my stash, feeling too legit
90 on the dash, slammin' on the gas
Passenger mad, saying that the break pedal do exist
I'm saying "I'm late man, I got school to skip"
Introduce me to your chick, I turn this shit to a Skip to My Lou assist
I don't talk too much shit, I discuss shit by throwing hands
I'm a sucker for hoes in yoga pants
Tell my queen I'm in this shit, like kissing and holding hands
I keep my flings on the other end of a string with swollen glass
I'm a player, I've been to every hotel and every lobby
Every time I pray, I send up a prayer for everybody

Don't pray for me, nigga
Pray for them
You gon' pray for somebody?
Pray for them

Don't pray for me, pray for respect
Pray to get something different from rich and away from your debt
Nigga, I'm straight to cassette
Y'all digital, y'all about as physical as finger under some balls, coughin' while taking a test
Too many artists get mistaken with best
Cause they on the charts, you sleepin' on me, I'll come and wake you to death
While I pray against all the violence and shootin'
ISIS got Obama sittin' down with Vladimir Putin
A saw a child online ask his father "Why did they do this?"
His father then replied to him, "We gotta fight 'em with flowers growing out the ground"
I look at violence the same way I look at slavery
It's never ending in light of abolishment
These are my finest hours, then
I pray for everybody

Look around, look around, look around, look around
Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you're seeing
I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges
It's like they're all targets, pray for them

Teacher, teacher I don't understand what you even wanna talk for
Unless an interpreter's gon' come up there and talk for me
Because we don't speak the same language
You say shit like "take up a trade and your thoughts bore me"
You don't teach me nothing, you just talk towards me
I'm gon' need your assessment and fast
Look around you, do I look anything like the rest of your class?
Can't you see that I'm special?
I don't act like these f*cking crumb snatchers
I don't even breathe like 'em
I was born with my lungs collapsing
I walked right up to the drug dealer in my class and asked him
"How did you get such a bad bitch?"
He said "it was hard and the best ones are the hardest to get"
And I went on to see the world, and he went on and started the trick
And now when I see his girl, she be on my dick

I guess f*cking the baddest bitches around wasn't hard as I thought
Man, what the f*ck was I thinking? (Get Money)
Jewelry and cars (cars, cars, cars)
Achieving the highest level of success ain't as hard as I thought (top the world)
What the f*ck was I thinking? (I was drunk)
I was drunk or I was lost (You was lost) (Yeah)
My people said it would be hard (Hard, Hard)
My teacher said it would be hard (Hard, Hard) (It's gon' be hard)
What the f*ck was she thinking?
Why did I listen to y'all?
What the f*ck was I thinking?

My finest hour is here, this is what I see in my prayers
This is me, though I'm facing and all of my fears
Making all my enemies look in the mirror
And see the meme of the Jordan face with all of the tears
What most of you analysts ignore, it's my explosive animal allure
I went the way to get in the way of my wife planning the divorce
Handled it and came back more talented than all these rappers
Though I'm DiCaprio, all they have on me is the awards
I'm a Steinway grand piano, they're Casios, I will kindly pass them the torch
The day that one of them are to hold a candle to my corpse
I'll put a hand on your whore, even if she ain't my type
And this song is inspired by Broadway play called Hamilton I saw that changed my life
Right away, so my next move is to either scream write a movie or write a play

I said f*cking the baddest bitches around wasn't hard as I thought
Man, what the f*ck was I thinking? (Get Money)
Jewelry and cars (cars, cars, cars)
Achieving the highest level of success ain't as hard as I thought (top the world)
What the f*ck was I thinking? (I was drunk)
I was drunk or I was lost (You was lost) (Yeah)
My people said it would be hard (Hard, Hard)
My teacher said it would be hard (Hard, Hard) (It's gon' be hard)
What the f*ck was she thinking?
Why did I listen to y'all?

I'm looking like the black Bond in Africa
Hotel room look like a beautiful crime scene, in fact it's a
Spectacular Halle Berry, Vivica massacre
Left behind by a serial bachelor
Fall back, y'all, I really don't fall back enough
You're not gon' not sound soft to us
The shotgun will throw a box of black balls at ya like Count Chocula
That last line, I was just on my Pharoahe Monch
Rappers, kneel before me like I'm trying to prepare a pun
I'll cut your body up and put it in two different cars
Put it in the river, have you swimming in a pair of trunks
Momma asking when I'm coming to the church
My little brother asking for the Aston
I threw the keys to him like I'm fronting up some work (Ha, good looking, Nickle)
I used to not be a trendy guy
Now I probably got more pairs of Balmain jeans than Wale and Envy got
Ah, somebody pinch me
Pardon me

I learned that f*cking the baddest bitches around wasn't hard as I thought
Man, what the f*ck was I thinking? (Get Money)
Jewelry and cars (cars, cars, cars)
Achieving the highest level of success ain't as hard as I thought (top the world)
What the f*ck was I thinking? (I was drunk)
I was drunk and I was lost

And you know what else
Everybody ask me just because I'm a lyricist in this business
How come I haven't gone broke yet?
I tell 'em it's cause I'm the flyest backpacker ever
I'm flyer than Mos Def in a Drumpf tower surrounded by four chefs
Fixing him some salmon croquettes with Kendrick, Cole and Kweli
In their dinner clothes, try me, you and your crew will bleed
Y'all bums ain't shot for the stars since New Years Eve
Nothing was given to me
I had to go upside heads just to get upside hills
Never over the hill though, so I never strike when the iron is hot
I strike whenever the f*ck I feel
I eat what the f*ck I kill
I got this way from not being allowed to eat dinner
If you knew how much I've lost, you'd have no problem with me winning
How many times could I be reinvented?
Money is the deadlier of the five venoms, in my denim
Definitively got a widen 'em, garages with cars in 'em
Hanging out in bars to have menages with bartenders
God was an artist and Jesus was a carpenter
They put me together like an easel in the darkness of hell
And lost it and left me some loose screws, but
These are the nails to your coffin
These are the folk tales of a starving artist
Battling demons through his notepad like Adam and Eve eating kale in the garden
Flying private away from all charges

It all started with a Starter coat
The starter pistol got us out the momma jokes
The house party finally started, now it's time to go
Get some pussy sponsored by the barber and a bar of soap
I'm stealing cars with illogical
But on the bright side, they taught us how to drive 'em doe
We used to tilt them bitches with screw drivers
So I'm kinda used to being at the bottom of your columns, ho
But the Billboard list was kinda comical
How the f*ck was it designed and chronicled
I can see it now for sho'
Bunch of [?] from a buncha artists with a timeless flow
Gettin' trampled over on a 20 year old blogger flow
If 'Pac ain't on your list then you ain't f*ckin' logical
I'm talkin' other shit, not no f*ckin' 504
What you gon' tell me when I tell you 'Pac introduced me to the UNLV Starter coat
It all started with a Starter coat
Wonderin' why Brenda threw that baby in the garbage fo'
On my way to cop my navy blue Starter coat
It all started with a Starter coat
The starter pistol kept niggas out here from startin' smoke
Without it I'd be dead or be an artichoke
The 9 iron armor in the heart of gold
Nobody witchu nigga that's the Art of War
Do not forget you f*ckin start it doe
(Woah, what kinda coat is that?) Starter coat

I grew up with three brothers
As soon as I was born my mom collapsed
And I had to be hooked up to a ventilator

Now a nigga shining doe
Growing up a gave a lotta niggas shiners doe
I gave a lot of people my respect
Daddy taught me that one growing up
He threw me through a shower door
I used to wonder why my uncle looking startled fo'
Crawlin' around all on the ground like his heart is broke
I found out he got a crack problem and he thought he dropped a couple particles
Well I'm a f*cking alcoholic so
Who am I to judge I'm just honorable
I be temporarily in love when I'm inside a ho
I'm a pure artist I don't need to see the charts to know the art is under our control
Highs, lows, problems, pain, drama that's what's optimal
I guess I'm just the best at thanking God and feeling awesome doe
Cause I survived the era of the Starter coat
It all started with the Starter coat
I lost my virginity aboard the f*cking Bible boat
I ain't graduate on time
I ain't go to college so
A couple friends of mine did
Other friends of mine dead
I'm f*ckin reminded
Just because I made the most money
That don't mean I went the farthest doe
I hope my college friends reminded
You got the keys that don't mean you the smartest doe
Mo' money, mo' problems
I lost plenty mo' marbles on my marble floor
Then I left in my Starter coat
What they taught us that was all a joke
You may not got a lotta dollars at least you got a post
I'm arguing with Satan screaming "I don't barter souls!"
Please don't take my memories of me and my Starter coat

What kind of coat is that? Starter coat

Being feared goes farther than any part of me having respect does
So I play to the tune of my own eardrum
While I'm out on my quest, love
I don't speak on behalf of myself, but my impeccable rap does
Christmas morning I remember waking up wishin' I could just go to sleep
'Cause we only got like two toys a piece
I ask my pops did he do more for me?
He said "yes, I got you clothes and heat
And let you keep a whole two rows of teeth"
Ha, I'm royalty
I took whoopin's, I took losses, but no defeats
Been dropped, and been shelved with no release
Been in jail, no commissary or relief
But God looks over me like a cross and rosary
Rifle in hand, I let niggas have it, I won't hesitate
Writes on the cans in the cabinet "section eight"
My son got on them three-fifty boots Kanye West is dressed in bape
Askin' me questions 'bout gettin' to second base
Uh, wifey textin' SMH, house phone ringin' off the hook
Conference calls from record labels, guess I'm late
But, my other son's autistic, he wants my attention
This might just be my defining moment, let them wait

It's my time now, nigga let them wait
Pick up the phone, tell 'em hold; let them wait
Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile
After I fell out with them, well f*ck them niggas let them wait

Wait, I'm here for that green, for that mula
You scheme, I see right through ya
I'm regal like a King Father, King as Zamunda
One thing's for sure I think they do know
That me, and Porter, and Jake Uno
We don't play no games, no, we play sumo
We attempt to flatten into action
With all these average, flacid defenseless rappers
I have no problem killing like sent assassins
They temper's bad when my temper's graphic
They hide or they fly while I'm high and flyer
I'm intergalactic, I've been spectacular
Flippin' like I invented spatulas, my lyrics is futuristic
I'm in here with my vintage ratchet with Princess [?]
My mental action-ly incapacitates fast as my passion
And pen surpasses my Aston
And leave a skid road in the street like I'm into smackin'
I fill my engine with acid
With my finger wrapped around a hair-trigger that resembles lashes
I get into bitches quick and then I get distracted
I'm like the stock market, just like that, my interest crashes
Like a symbol, my symbol should be expensive glasses
She with me, she a afro-centric nympho chick with a ass did
She callin' me back-to-back for a second date
While my ex is callin' for make-up-dick, let them wait
Money all over the ground like Scotty from New Jack City, I weapon wave
Everybody, step away
They said that we should go our separate ways, in high school
Now they wanna jump the line in my shows, let them wait
My whole life, they pressured me, let them wait
You rushin' me you rushin' excellence, let them wait
Police in my rear-view mirror with they sirens on
But I'm a call my lawyer first 'fore I pull over, let them wait

It's my time now, nigga, let them wait
Pick up the phone, tell them hold, let them wait
Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile
After I fell out with them, well f*ck them niggas let them wait

My nigga T.I.P. used this analogy, he said, "It's like a dog barking and howling at the moon. That dog don't even know why he barking. The moon don't give a f*ck. The moon is so far away; the dog can't touch the moon, he can't shut the moon off. The moon just sits up in the sky and just shines." Let the moon shine, dog. Let the moon shine, dog

Just shine your light on the world
So shine your light on the world
No matter anywhere you go, kid
Just shine your light on the world
Don't let the money make you thirsty
Don't even let it be your goal
Just let it come and keep on working
And shine your light on the hoes
Cause I'm the hardest nigga out here
I'd rather die than live a life of fear
I know I got to be down here
To shine my light on them hoes
Hardest nigga out here
I'd rather starve than live a life of fear
I feel like God sent me down here
To shine my light on them hoes

Lost in the world when me and my girlfriend meet, bless you
You know they say "if you f*cked her and she didn't cum
And you came, then she f*cked you"
We squeeze first, nigga these ain't rebuttals
These street sweepers, we dump til he jump brooms
Like these [?] shoes, in the D where dreams come true
This is the the story of a man who's trying to break his doubts
Down like his cases count
Obsessive compulsive counting dough
Making sure all the numbers on the inside
And the faces out
Lawyers on retainers like they braces out
Say my name I make you taste your mouth
Money come and money goes
Get it but don't spurge it
Your boys greed and these war's need
Got their own purpose
There's more than four speeds on that Porsche Turbo
It's sitting on four g's like my phone service
I'm out here trapping, but this here's sincere rapping
Dear assassin, you can't kill a signed and sealed classic
Cuz L's and bill blasts, snake skin troops
Reptile enemies ex-styled is what make men true
I'm blacking just like Jamaicans do
I'm running long side your coupe
Tapping guns on your Wrathe window
Like ox and belly, got more glocks and cellies
Than New Yorks got blocks and delis
Cops and box pirellis, their doors' ajar
Exposing my maserati's guts
And that's what got you jelly
The car I got, got a pot belly

I'm out here trapping
With this here sincere rapping
I've been shooting straight
Since two inch tape
This is for real classic
And getting money was never part of my goals
It just came along with me shining the light on them hoes
I've been out here trapping
With this here sincere rap
For fifteen years, I ain't leaving here without a classic
I get money, get money money dough
All I came to do is she my light on them hoes

Hip-hop is my house, watch my philosophies win
Around artists I stand out like I locked my keys in
I forgot my goal to twenty-one was make a classic
Walk away like Tiger with my nine iron then take the master's
They say that you get what you ask for
Well, I asked to be left alone with my pen, pad and passport
This ain't no rags to rich brag shit
In fact, it's more close to being a rich to rags story
The fabric I'm cut from's the most genuine article mankind offers
I'm like an underground landmine talking
Forks, torch, hammer and Antwan walking
And your boy's a tampon
In every store I'm anti-corporate
Highest exalted, call me commercial? I'm highly insulted
This is Royce da 5'9", mind body and soul shit
All I have in this f*cking globe is my shotty and flow
I'd rather let the coroner outline my body in chalk
Than let the fans order me 'round the clock and buy me in bulk

I'm out here trapping
With this here sincere rapping
I've been shooting straight
Since two inch tape
This is for real classic
And getting money was never part of my goals
It just came along with me shining the light on them hoes
I've been out here trapping
With this here sincere rap
For fifteen years, I ain't leaving here without a classic
I get money, get money money dough
All I came to do is she my light on them hoes

We move in silence, y'all ain't hearing us coming
I was sent by God to provide that imperial sonnage
Ya'll assembly line of rhymers really don't want it
I'll eat you for breakfast, one by one I got ya'll serial numbers
I'm about to send a tweet out to my nigga Stylez
Tell him he got the juice now
Call my OG Scarface, talking about boxing with him
Perhaps these new clowns, politic perhaps
About a new him and Royce track
I'm feeling like D to the O to the C
When he got his voice back
Ha, I'm feeling like Cube in a fresh El Camino
Rolling key low g rolling through Detroit's back
Streets waving to all my people
I'm feeling more at home than Reese Taylor
This are what memories are made of
I remember each grudge, each favor
Each lie, each judge, each bailiff
Each job, cheep labor
Each neighbor, each caper
Each Mosque, each Church
Each pastor, pew, and casket
Each future bastard double douching through the madness singing

Just shine your light on the world
So shine your light on the world
No matter anywhere you go, kid
Just shine your light on the world
Don't let the money make you thirsty
Don't even let it be your goal
Just let it come and keep on working
And shine your light on the hoes
Cause I'm the hardest nigga out here
I'd rather die than live a life of fear
I know I got to be down here
To shine my light on them hoes
Hardest nigga out here
I'd rather starve than live a life of fear
I feel like God sent me down here
To shine my light on them hoes

[Royce]
Ladies and gentleman, Lincoln

Applause

[Lincoln & Uber Driver]
Damn, man where the hell is this Uber driver? Been out here for ten minutes, and I ain't even blew no good yet. (Car is heard pulling up) Right here... aye, o- yeah, yeah, right here man, right here, right here. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Watch the shoes nigga. Watch the shoes. Shit. (Enters the car, closing the door) Aye uh, aye could you pass me that auxiliary cord please? Yeah, go ahead. Play whatever you like Yeah, yeah. Thanks man. (Music begins to play) I gotta get my mind right, you know what I'm sayin'? By the way man they call me Stinkin' Lincoln man. Cause I'm always, you know, I just- I be blowin' that good, you know. You mind if I blow that good in here? Nah man, go ahead. Aye, when you pull up to the club you can let me off right in the the front. Yes sir. Right in the front. I want all them hoes to see me *laughs* shit. Niggas try to call me Abraham like I'm freeing the slaves. I don't slave 'em, I save 'em *laughs*. No, you can just call me Sav'emham Lincoln *laughs*. Man, I didn't even bring no rubber, but I don't need a rubber cause I'm raw baby. You know what I'm sayin'? If it ain't raw, it ain't right, and if it ain't right, it ain't Lincoln *laughs*. Look here, look here, let me give you this tip. Come around here and get this dough from me. Oh, okay. You dig? Wow. One dollar. F*ckin' hate my life

Baby! Baby!
Damn, slow down a little bit
I just wanna get to know you baby
You know what I'm saying?
I don't wanna bite you, it's all chicken except for the bone
Shit, I'm just
Hey, I'm getting a little money out here
I just wanna spread the wealth
You know what I'm saying?
I got, I got money, I got credit cards, I got PayPal cards
What ever you want to do, we could do EBT
You need groceries?
Shit baby, what you looking at?
What the f*ck you see over there?
A Unicorn?

Niggas sweat bitches
While bitches sweat the chill nigga in the sweats
If you don't get no respect
It really don't matter, you could be Louis Vuitton'd up
You might as well have on Von Dutch and Tommy Hilfiger with a debt
I don't do dirt, I don't call scenes
I send niggas through to leave a mess

I'm p-o-p, you d-u-d
You bark up this tree, I'll make you turn over three new leafs
You live right by the code or get left like three two three
I'm A Tribe Called Quest, I'm the new G
Out here going dumber than Tweedledee
All these youngins wanna redo me, like these movies
'Cause I'm so Pablo Escobar-esque
Elephant in the room, never out my element
Oh, always on my P's and Q's like RSTUV, ah!
Never tell your intel to a gent who's intelligent
'Cause he'll tell a friend who then shall attempt
To turn bullets into shells and spin, and turn humans into skeletons, grrah

I'm a real nigga in the flesh
Finding bitches in distress
Make 'em feel so alive
Then beat 'em with the dick to death, yes
Real nigga in the flesh
If shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left
Real nigga in the flesh, yes

I'm breaking now 'cause I'm dating goddesses
The haters tried but couldn't feed me salt
'Cause I seasoned all them, now I'm raking dollars in
Say goodbye, I'm finna take you outta here
You can't deny it, I'm the H.N.I in here
The four door Porsche or whatever vehicle
A nigga like Lincoln couldn't survive, well I made it out and over four scores and seven years ago
I know time flies by, yours tick-tick-tick
Mines went-went-went-went like eleven layers ago
My flow so heaven sent
When I go to heaven, I'ma go "Heaven here you go"
I'ma go tell God, "I know I promised that I'd never steal your flow," I lied
Ain't nothing like side pussy on my dick
Word to the motherf*cking DJ Quik
Bunch of girls wanna have a bunch of relations
Even when a nigga wanna be they friend
I learned that faithful women need they men
They don't really wanna leave they men
They just don't wanna get a phone call
From another chick saying where he done been
If your bitch 'bout to leave better ask yourself questions
Like "fight for her? Why?"
You better step up and fight for her like you're fighting for Hawaii
And you motherf*cking B.J Penn
I'm a real nigga in the flesh
My wife almost left me but she ain't do it
I don't like the way "ex-wife" sound, that don't got a ring to it

[Melanie Rutherford]
Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey
See, who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
BITCH!

[Melanie Rutherford]
You do not know me, but I know you
I've been at your home, sexing your man
He is not happy when he's at home
I am his one thing, just so you know
Girl let me tell you, I am old-school
You played your part and you knew the rules
You classified as one thing or two
I am his wife so don't be confused
Girl let me tell you just so you know
You are the streets and I am his home
Don't confuse lust with something so pure
If you call again I'll be at your door
Don't make me act up, up out the rage
See I am a lady so have a nice day
So who the hell is this calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this calling me in the morning

[Melanie Rutherford]
Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey
See, who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
BITCH!

Me and my baby started out like two peas in a pod
Me and my baby, nothing can come between she and I
That's my lil misses, little fly, little chick, thick little thighs
Everything I'm into, she alright with it, and she on tip, she on mine
I'mma slide right in, get in her mind cause she's a kepper
Any time she's with me, nah, she ain't gotta lift a finger
She ain't gotta spend a dime, she around me all the time
Cause she's so cool, even my friends don't mind
That's my lil misses, always so calm, always so kind

Lil misses on my mind, misses on my mind
I look forward to her call, I enjoy when you talking
Lil misses on my mind

She never waste my time when she on my line, she stay on my mind
Oh my god when she blow me, she blow me good, it blow my mind
I'm on tour right now, now she texting me saying
I was out doing ecstasy, molly and coke with four of my girls
And I think I gotta throw up and go and lie down
I look at my phone like wow, I think about all the patron I downed
Maybe that's your business, no judgement here, baby that's your lifestyle
She said, "I'm so glad you not mad"
I said "no my doll, but I gotta get to stage right now
But please be careful hanging with the all night crowd"

My lil misses on my mind, misses on my mind
Hanging out, poppin' pills, now she sniffin', now she's real
Caught me trippin' on my line

I came back from tour, she done got skinny with acne
She got her hair dyed blond and it's up in a bun
Her ass is flat and it's gone
I asked what the f*ck was happening
She reached up and tried to slap me
I slipped and she missed it
And then ran in the bathroom and slammed the door
I was like, hell you alright?
All I heard through the screaming was something about me following chicks on snapchat
And her having pics of me and her in the sack last
And she 'bout to go sell it to a site
She even told me she already sent an email to my wife
Damn, my lil misses blackmailing me and shit
I guess she fell for the hype

My lil misses on my mind, misses on my mind
You completely switched into another bitch
So now I got a psycho mistress on my line

For some reason I believed the bitch
Best thing I could do is tell my wife before my wifey see the shit
Maybe I can loosen her up by taking her on a vacation or skiing trip
Maybe I can lean in for a kiss and plead the fifth
Damn, shit was all good just a week ago until we hit a fever pitch
Now I gotta go on my phone and delete the bitch
Then I get a text saying "I'm pregnant and I'm keeping it
I'mma get my child support and I plan on paying my lease with it
You ain't never gotta worry about hearing from me again"

It was all good, just a week ago, yeah
High in the sky and I played my role
It was all good, just a week ago, yeah
I understood and now I am alone, yeah
Ah
Call me
What would lincoln's bitch ass do at a time like this?
Shit, I'mma answer my damn phone

Hello
Hey Lincoln
Hey Porsche what's up
Hey baby what's up
Nah nothing much, what's up with you?
Nah nothing, got this broke ass nigga outside
Oh y'all about to go out? Hang?
I ain't going out for long
Probably cause he don't be blowing no good
Naw baby he ain't like you, he don't be blowing no good
Haha well shit I got hotpockets in the oven, what you need?
I wanna see you later
Well my son do got a basketball game later on, but that lil nigga ain't even starting so
You so crazy
Yeah I'm...I can save that gas, I'll be through there

I been waiting in this bitch driveway for an hour my nigga, hell no
There's only one way I can fix this problem my nigga, that's sell dope
I ain't come in this bitch to politic or rub elbows
Even my own bitch know I'm mentally unavailable, I'm busy, I sell dope
I'm focused, I'm focused, I'm focused on three things
That's go and buy three chains, that's f*ck your bitch at my earliest convenience and sell dope
When I'm with her she creeping on you, when I hit it I hit it with my phone on speaker phone
While she's moaning I'm still tryna, tryna sell dope
My teacher asked me what I wanna do when I grow up, I told her "Bitch, sell dope"
She told me go to the principal's office, I went to go sell dope
I don't care about y'all, what y'all wear, where y'all been
All I know is I'm fresh as f*ck from head to toe
If you don't like it you can get the f*ck out my car
Go over there somewhere and ride Pierre Cardin (You rude)
And when you see that bum make sure you tell him I said that I sell dope
For all the times I was dead broke
Speaking of dead, when I die, I swear I'mma try, I'mma still try to sell dope, sell dope

There's no other life out here I know
So I guess I should...
Sell dope
This is the only life for me
So I...
Sell dope
The nights are long and cold
Long and cold
But out here on these streets you'd swear I had pure gold
Pure gold
In my hands I hold your hope
Nigga cause I...
Sell dope

This bitch told me I can't get them digits my nigga, my nigga, aw hell no
It's only one way I'mma fix this my nigga, that's sell dope
A fan asked me for a picture, I squatted down for a jail pose
Then I dashed before the flash could finish, I forgot I had to go sell dope
What news you got, if it ain't about selling dope, I can't take it
The doctor gave me five months to live, I told her "Nigga, I can't make it"
Tell whoever set my expiring date I had a prior engagement to sell dope
That's why I'm in every discussion, I could sell a whale a bucket
Of well water, I could sell Harriot Tubman a mothaf*ckin' railroad
I'm the flower with the thorn rising out the concrete, y'all just born on Melrose
I stay strapped, I stay strapped like velcro
When I meet new people I introduce myself as "I sell dope"
I just had a job interview, they asked if I ever been to jail before
I said "Yes" then I got up and left, like f*ck this shit I'mma sell dope
Cause right now I'm dead broke
Speaking of dead, when I die, I swear I'mma try, I'mma still try to sell dope, I'mma try to sell dope

There's no other life out here I know
So I should...
Sell dope
This is the only life I know
The nights are long and cold
Long and cold
But out here on these streets you'd swear I had pure gold
Pure gold
In my hands I hold your hope
Nigga cause I...
Sell dope

America, America, God shed His grace on thee
America, America, when will we all be free?
(I say it every day of my life God bless America)

I said America, the beautiful
Land of free, home of brave
Everyone is born and raised to think like a dead man
When you alive you the lowest on the totem
Pole, and soon as you die, then here goes this
Oh, now he heroic, oh, now he the coldest
Oh, now it's "He had that talent and I didn't know it!"
Man listen, being humble ain't gon' get you out your grave
You should treat your life the same way you thinking like and go and whip it like a slave

What the f*ck is "arrogant?"
That's the shit they injecting into us Americans
How 'bout I think I was put here to push European whips?
And so what if you don't like it? I thought you'd be inspired
By the way I whip it, way I whip it
Way I whip it, way I whip it, I whip it
Right past the pretenders, the men with no passion
Who think it's possible to be past your potential like life has just ended
The spirit broken and so is the wife, the kids
Born into only knowing the White Castle menu
While the rich is born into white castles
Attending Bar Mitzvahs, the future of us niggas is in syringes
We meant for the NFL, injure the NBA anyway
I take popping shots at niggas over receiving posthumous props from niggas any day
Maybe y'all just scared, lost in everybody saying not to floss
So you go watch the 'Walking Dead'

Yeah, you in the.America the beautiful
Land of free, home of brave
Everyone is born and raised to think like a dead man
When you alive you the lowest on the totem pole
And soon as you die then here goes this
Oh, now he heroic, oh, now he the coldest
Oh, now it's, "He had that talent and I didn't know it!"
Man listen, being humble ain't gon' get you out your grave
You should treat your life the same way you thinking like and go and whip it like a slave

What the f*ck does humble mean?
Call me good at something, I'll say I'm good at a bunch of things
I feel my whole life, my fire should be lit
I feel my wife is pussy whipped, each time she sees my dick she gets excited by
The way I whip it, way I whip it
Way I whip it, she likes the way I whip it, I whip it
Man look here, I've been anti-corporate
Since Daddy told me that they forced me here against my will without no horses
Or some land, of course they saying I'm supposed to just forget they throw the scraps
At those that can distract with those endorsements closing doors
On all of those who buy the clothes and shoes and booze and albums
Hope you not expecting treatment by the book from he who wants you to
Forget that you was brought over here by the boat
I don't know why niggas say they money funny when it's low
'Cause when you broke it's not a joke, talk that we can't take shit with us
When we die shit, you don't leave behind shit cause you died without shit

In America the beautiful
Land of free, home of brave
Everyone is born and raised to think like a dead man
When you alive you the lowest on the totem pole
And soon as you die then here goes this
Oh, now he heroic, oh, now he the coldest
Oh, now it's "he had that talent and I didn't know it"
Man listen, being humble ain't gon' get you out your grave
You should treat your life the same way you thinking like and go and whip it like a slave

If he's hot, expose him, then, roll on him
We can't roll on him, roll on his closest kin
That kind of behavior, I call that "Niggerdom", nigga dumb
Mentally enslave 'em, taze them, then they go crazy, uh, here they come
Everybody think a revolution coming, wanna be involved in the riot
Everybody arguing out here, this how I feel, "What in the Jiminy cracker
Corner f*ck are we bickering for?" This shit here is bigger than war
They sticking and sicken the shit in the food that the nigga consume so it's hidden in stores
Some shit that can kill your fertility, damage your thinking, limit your abilities think about that
Now the fact that y'all living is crazy 'cause alcoholism got black people tapping out quicker than Savion Glover
And we ain't no Avión lovers, we dying each time that the Hennessy pours
Our plugs are the mothers on the other side of our umbilical cords
Can I talk my shit? Y'all niggas confidence dropping
Y'all letting people control y'all flow who don't know how y'all clocks tick
I'm disgusted, find the money if the money don't fit
Do like me on this and find a different pocket
Only in America

Oh damn, I guess you is kinda talented
Make sure you don't forget where you came from, boy
Always stay humble
Now why don't you do that thing again with your tongue
You know that one thing when you go and whip it...
(*Whip cracking sound*)

Look at you, no pleasure in creative thinking
Because you don't think creatively anymore
The real joy of being a human being
Is to be able to use your mind in the manner that
The Almighty God has designed the human mind to do

Tug of war, in my mind's like a clash of the titans
Thoughts contrast so it's layers to my writin'
God fearin', but I'm Guy Fisher
Yeah, God hearin', but I'm gone fishin'
I'm an artist, drug dealer, foreign car keys
Drop jewels so these falcons like the Maltese
Birds in the trunk so these keys, now they homin'
Letters and numbers on the Coupe like it's Roman
Woo, all black like the omen
Kim said it, yup, BIG wrote it
So I'm feeling like a Greek God when I quote it
Lightyears ahead, but I was caught up in the moment
Moment of clarity, moment of silence
Burner on my waist, yet I'm saying stop the violence
Sitting on that white horse, look at prince valiant
Dad shakes his head cause the worst waste his talents
I philosophize for them Pitchfork scholars
Devil on my shoulder and the pitchfork follows
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver

A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
And whose sphere of freedom is limited according to the wishes of a master
Your power and authority is ruled over by another
And your sphere of freedom of activity is governed by the wishes of somebody else

Them niggas wanna see me runnin', they know I won't
They say misery loves company, no, I don't
Ain't got no time for you to try on no Manolo Blahniks
All I got time to do is go back in time and pose with the Unabomber
Just so I can go back in time a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
I'm Doug E. Fresh in the flesh, I beat box
I boo-boo-du-du between the sheets to seek the G-Spot
I'm in bed with three naked ladies holding hands
I'm in bed with three major labels
And I ain't talkin' 'bout wearing clothing brands
Underground locomotive man
Putting on a global show that no promoter can
I philosophize with wise words from learned lessons
In my world mistakes turns to blessings
The hate turned to destiny
I'm saying Lord Jesus while the Lord's most gorgeous creatures take turns blessing me
I got your baby momma down on all fours
When drama comin', I'm all for it
If it ain't about the money please let this be your last question
You players can jump if you want, but you half-stepping like Paul George
I make the yay invisible in like a day or two
That's how the players do, my nigga, there's layers to it

First in science, first in technology, wealthiest country on Earth
Most powerful country on Earth is twenty sixth in education
So you have all been taken and you don't even realize
That you have been dumbed to the point where you are like sheep

Paranoid of poverty, hustle was the philosophy
I seen a kilo, I swear it became a part of me
Lie, cheat and steal, I had it mastered by my teens
Started hands on, a nigga still pulling strings
Hotel suites, straight selling nigga's dreams
Motel 6 as I let the beeper ring
Was a water boy, but balling always in my genes
Season ticket holder, nigga sitting with the team
Feds on the roof of the spreads in the juice
So suspicious of the cars, tuitions for the schools
Labeled a mastermind, I positioned every move
Shots fired, now the deposition from the crew
Smooth operation, but the money came in knots
Forty million there, I dare you tell me what I'm not
I own fifty homes and wanna get fifty more
Counting this fast money and f*cking my bitches slow
Rozay

See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even have that much to say
See I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet

That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)

Hold up, sh, keep your mouth shut
Them street sweepers will come through and clean your house up
Us Detroit niggas call that yellow-taping the scene
My south niggas call it [?], you know
We put money on it when it's real, they call me mr fifty a head
I'm sending ten niggas to kill ya at 10 until
Every man got an expiration date and a price
All my revolvers got the spinnin' wheel
I make the Lord you pray to appear tonight like Vana White
Them racketeering chargers startin' to look like a tennis deal
I got a garden in my backyard guarding the weed and lookin' like some spinish speel
But still I'm dealin' raw
I'm selling the buying weed actually I'm stealin' all
I'm the last of a dying breed that I'm out here killing off
Four of my closest friends don't know their papas so I pull out
Rose or dollars to show 'em these real forefathers peelin' off
Get money

See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even have that much to say
See I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet

That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)

Shhh, I should have been born deaf mute
Talkin' get you stripped naked
Shootin' at your feet, dancin' chip and dales at your rescue
If there's a wrinkle then a zion oppress you
Look, time is money, I'm on EST
Keep playin, light up your block like Christmas E-v-e
I'm the new edition of poison: BBD
For that bread my niggas astound you: EBT
I let a hot nine sting em, you on the cops line singing
Ever since you left the city, now they hotline's blingin', hmm
Seen a paddy wagon cruisin' and I'm deducin'
That they are only movin' cause all the rumors that you in
If I had to draw a conclusion all the gangsters we losing is
Because of the illusion, you are not in collusion with
The voice is where I'm blue and causing all this confusion
And they wouldn't even know, but y'all tellin' what niggas doin'

See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even have that much to say
See I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet

That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)

I'm going on an AK-a-thon
Throw a Bible at some shallow waters right before I go and pray upon
Double parked, custom license says I can pay up front
I ain't in the zone, I'm in the mother f*ckin' lay-up line
Speaking of lay ups, we do homi's based on how we doin'
Last lay up line I was in was a body viewing
I'm preoccupied with the Earth ills, good 'erbals
First meal was milk, I milk these niggas for my first meal
Full circle, office just talkin' I can tell types
But I give that bitch my whip size
If she not exhausted I could she can easily tailpipe
Playin her dirty, hand I was dealt, don't complain to me nigga, tell Christ
I'm standing over coffins with hammer and screws with a sickness
Man a cure wouldn't hand a nigga these nails right
Only hand me down I had was inherited head lice
But nothing's more bugged out as my head size, I live twice
E'ery day, one for the body of Martin Luther King, I'm dead nice
Rest call me Malcom, they want me dead because I'm dead right
Ask me to spell die, I'mma accidentally spell dice
I can shelve a label with my shelve life
I'm a rider, but I still steal bikes
Out of the field, terrorizing reptiles and field mice
I'm cut like I'm touched, a blind man with real spikes
I'm deep, I could break up a mother f*ckin' whale fight

See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even have that much to say
See I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet

That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)

(Hold up!)
Presenting to you, the President of the United States
The bullet being lodged an inch away from his heart, Reagan is launched into the operating room, and tells his doctors, 'I hope you're all Republicans.'

Cash rules everything around me
I ain't claiming I'm street
I'm just saying everything that surrounds me is concrete
In the bubble-eyed ride all because I bubble like Don P
Right beside me's a dime piece, college girl looking 'bout as good as I sleep
That's cause I keep it low, the opposite of high key
Y'all niggas got the wrong idea 'bout what's really going on, out here
Y'all weird, I see, they told you, 'Keep your ears to the streets'
Y'all niggas laying down and y'all ears out here in these streets
I guess you took it literal
Guess the only code you live by's forget-it-code
Uh, if I should get my own guilty verdict
May the next man learn from it, then flourish
You could put it on the news, you could put my face on the front of a shirt in the latest video, then blur it
Y'all niggas f*cking with the next nigga bitch
Mostly attracted to her cause she the next nigga bitch
One of my niggas made a name for killing niggas
Now he on the slayin' spree for Dilla niggas, I call it the nigga nitch
Life is set up for you to dig a ditch
God is looking down on all, being carried by the crisp pallbearers
Like, just ball, player
You ain't even gotta pull a trigger, you can still assist
Imma keep it real as this

Got to know when to row from the madness
Got to know when to give these niggas passes
Got to know when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em
Got to know when to beats niggas asses
Got to know when the money ain't good money
Got to know when somebody ain't good for ya'
Got to know when to open and when to close
When being silent exposes, and when it's golden
Got to know all the got to knows
Got to know all the got to knows

God made us niggas, then made us all breakable
Then gave us all decision making that'll make or break a nigga
People tryna blaze with you, just so they can lace a nigga
All because of public sensationalism
With brothers with faces that people see and can relate to
When the place where the foundation of eating's
Higher population is based on popularity
Gotta be careful where you place your wisdom
All it takes is just one conversation where you unbeknownst to the fact you're talking to an abomination
At the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong crime taking place
That'll put you away for a long grind, where it's locked
Where it's not safe unless you know them combinations
Yeah, it's just a way a man to be taken by the same thing that took his brother
We don't learn from each other, we learn to look the other
Way when one of us in trouble
That karma looking to catch you, it's patient
It'll wait till you think you would love to come get you
Cause it know that women been the downfall of men ever since pussy was discovered
Dearly beloved, you soul searching for nothing
Just follow the instincts the lord versed you with, historically
That feeling that you get in your gut been getting ignored more than that poor person
Who's living under the gun in this cold, cold world that we live in
That's under the imminent control of the consumer and indigenous war merchants
More religion and more churches, doctors, more nurses
Cause it's the American way to make anything that'll finish you or drop you, for purchase
Who said I couldn't buy my way into heaven?
All I need is a bottle, a couple dollars, a couple people that'll keep me company
And who love misery as much as me
You got to know your pedigree, got to be yourself at all times
Your true self at all times ain't gon hesitate to let you know when you should let it be
A lot of these brothers done died tryna follow their pride
Gotta know the alert signs, them butterflies as reliable as your first mind, genetically

Got to know when to row from the madness
Got to know when to give these niggas passes
Got to know when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em
Got to know when to beats niggas asses
Got to know when the money ain't good
Got to know when somebody ain't good for ya'
Got to know when to open and when to close
When being silent exposes, and when it's golden
Got to know all I got to know
Got to know all I got to know

I'm signing off on this
On the same ones the treasury prints
With every intent to see niggas dying off of it
I signed to Sony
A couple of years after the NBA signed Kobe
And he about to retire
So if anybody see "Don" Imus
Make sure you tell him I ain't lost it yet
Somebody tell Tom Silverman "Hi" for me
Look in the sky there's a fly sorcerer
Eye-balling me from of a flying saucer
And my mind is like a full clip
And my competitions' magazines are running low
Like the Source and Vibe offices
Since '99, Hip-Hop been like my orphanage
Got dropped a lot
But every time I signed I got a million
A&Rs and exec's were telling me I'm not appealing
Try to turn me into Nas, I'm not him but I forgive you
This is a Boy Marley
Bob Dillon spiritual vibe that I'm feeling
These scars are time healing
Clearly you lost
You tried to put me in a box how dare you
Try to minimize a lyrical god?
I'll godzilla these walls
My prime's no time near
I'll improvise till my ceilings
Get wizard of Oz
I'm the illest alive
I'm the rose that rose
From the concrete with the thorn
And when I'm gone I shall live in a vase
Me and Porter just handling business
Boy we came a long way from blasting cannons
And having to throw 'em in trash cans
Dismantling shipments
I had the manager shift at my day job too
I laid down rules
No gas station past 8 mile
Past eight or late drive-throughs
Maxwell tap, you play the whole B side
You flip it over and hear the whole A side too
Now we got iCloud and FaceTime basically
To knock down the grape vine
Make way as the chaos ensues
Niggas safe and ratchet calling themselves bosses
But they not
They David Hasselhoff
And they bay watch
But I'm cool
Nowadays my life be lavish
Who I'm out with tonight
It might be a model or
Might be an actress
She might be a ballerina
She might do plays
She might just like theatrics
She might be famous
I must just pipe her for bragging rights
She might get mad at the paparazzi
For flashing cameras at her ass
As she covers her face with her arm
As if she's dabbin'
She might be dragging
Meet at some uptight fashion show somewhere
Where people like Madonna and Bono go
I might take one look up and down at the clothes
And say, "Hell no, It's time to go"
Come on it's time to go
I might f*ck her on the kitchen table
At her crib in the Hamptons
I might lay her down gently
I might slam her
I might even f*ck around and yell domino
I soldiers sound off like "you got a pair"
I'm a real nigga
I done lost a lot of friends over the years
I've been losing a lot of hair
Been told that I'm out my mind
But if you only knew what was inside it
You too would choose to stay out of there
I take my hats off to the addicts
Going through something tragic in their lives
Shit even I backed off the madness
I had to take some time off the rap and realize
Now how do I stop being underrated?
How do I get props like, let's say, a Drake?
But I rap with the skill set of let's say
A Black Thought or an Elhzi
If Jay Elec can bag a Rothschild without an album then
I can come back to rap after doing some jail time
No one cares about sales now
They care about Facebook status
It's all about gadgets and getting fatter than hell
And consuming shit like them Patti LaBelle pies
Like lunatics, speaking of, I knew this chick
Who used to just be happy to make it out the hood to see me
Then she got on some f*cking Truman shit
She's starting asking me to do some shit