Yea yea yea yea
Look, uh
Time to make this shit look easy
It never stops I got some lemon in my green tea
I'm playing movies with no sound I start to see things
Right now it's Silence of the Lambs stuck on my TV
I'm bad with hearts so if you love me you should leave me
Or stick around because my mission has a meaning
She want sex then she want war then she want treaties
Then she want time both hands on mine the clock is bleeding
This a buzzer beater shot you hold your breath for it
She don't wear no panties 'round me she know less is more
She told me that you stress her out we meditate I yoga stretch it for her
It's a regimen she let me in I gave myself a tour
Send my, Love from Dallas
I just, hate to be questioned but I, love a challenge
I see, vultures be lurking I trade, slugs for talons
They trade, clout for talent
Man I, hate to see it
I'm so glad that I'm not average
I'm so glad that you could make it to my dissertation
I feel I'm only getting started this my liberation
Feel like I'm Huey P I'm talking to my generation
I put my coat on walk to valet where my keys is waiting, ay
Paparazzi flash
I could do the dash in this lil Jag
Beauty of the week she came from Jet, I feel jet lagged
You ain't first you last, how it feel to come in dead last (Dead last)
Ay man we ain't really got the time for all the riff raff man throw it all in the speed boat
Come on we out of here
Ay, paranoid I'm having nightmares of casualties
No one in my rear view but I swear somebody's after me
But they ain't fast as me
Flash black matted Jeep
Flash backs to how I fled the scene so dramatically
You ain't gon play me for no fool I did my homework
Major label meetings tryna pick who they clone first (Who they gon dome first)
Who they gon strip down
Code red pimp down
Rap game extortion run you dry then make you skip town
What else can I say these methods been round
Caught you with the yay must think you Chris Brown
Caught you with Kanye you out in Tinseltown
Thought you came to write, that's cute, but put that pencil down
They might try to smear my name, pick a crime and say that I did it
Piss right on yo head, look around and say the sky did it
Judging by your faces looks like you niggas fine with it
So when I milk this game, just know I took my time with it
Yea, yea I been gone for a week
This my Psalm 23
Ain't no weapon in my hand but kid I'm armed to the T
I got stars guardin me
Ain't no scars harming me
My guess it's all a part me
I got heaven I got hell
I can give you both as well
Yea, where you wanna dwell
Neither I can tell
Niggas never know theyselves
But somehow I knew you well
And somehow I knew you'd fail