Lullaby

I'm in the coup leaning right like Sean Hannity
 A Prince on the prowl for my Apollonia Vanity
 Purple Label Ralph Lauren covers my anatomy
 Smelling like the finest cabbage growing in the canopy
 Oh can it be? Oh, oh, oh can it be?
 The flow got you open
 Got you floating like a manatee
 Oh the humanity
 I'm killing all my contemporaries and then pleading temporary insanity
 This sounds like the Westside Highway
 Summer time, top down, driving on a Friday
 Fresh paint job, car parked in the driveway
 White wifebeater on, chillin on the fire escape
 These dope vibes make my eyes dilate
 The bass from the box makes the block start ta vibrate
 I'm so fly, haters so irate
 Anyone who try ta violate
 I annihilate
 (Uh)
 Furthermore, I'm all about commanding respect
 See I'm from Queens but never was a fan of the Mets
 And I'm all about expanding my check
 You mad, I was in tha, van with your ex
 With both hands on her breasts
 Listen, I do this for your consideration
 The latest iteration
 New Yorkers have been patient... ly waiting
 For their reign to end and for your precipitation
 Plus a little more sophistication
 As long as I record this in the basement
 I'll be underground until my corpse is in the pavement
 No flattery and any form of imitation
 Wanna battle me? Well here's a formal invitation
 Peep the implications of what I'm saying to ya
 Get it through your thick skull don't make me go explain it to ya
 Like your morning paper everyday I bring it to ya
 Lyrical lullaby, every night I sing it to ya