| I’m spitting heavily over heavenly melodies |
| This hell I see is jealousy from people who just relish me |
| They better be, changing they mind by the time I’m 17 |
| I guarantee my line’s fine like they met with my weed |
| Ah, I’m taking L’s like the Bobcats |
| Ya’ll cats can’t compare to me, niggas all wack |
| More crack in my lyrics than in vents for store’s backs |
| Plus I paint my own pictures like a Rorschach |
| Momma’s lies about pops was for my own protection |
| Imperfection, was my only given direction |
| While you hoes was in class and hosting erections |
| I was using my mind as a lethal weapon |
| People taking pictures |
| Vivid images got me reminiscing |
| About the times I wasn’t killing shit |
| But now I’m real and shit |
| And if you mad, you gonna be really pissed |
| When I’m at hotels and I’m shouting out «How real is this?» |
| It’s the Golden Era, keep rhymes tight |
| Keep your dream on your mind, keep your dreams on your mind (Repeat x4) |
| I’m coming back with a vengeance |
| As darkness ascends, with my pen I repent it |
| Try and stop me, I roll you over and laugh |
| Cause disasters, now you acting like you William Shatner |
| My project is more cheques, not more sex |
| I adore texts, not messages but I’m on next |
| And if a nigga mad, I rip him with no remorse |
| Show my force, I’m a young Skywalker when I show reports |
| These fake niggas acting funny like I did it |
| No attention come when you’re close to the money |
| Stop acting, you ain’t catching on buddy |
| We wouldn’t be close friends if you was new to the country |
| If you was new to the country, we wouldn’t be friends if you was new to the |
| country (Repeat x2) |