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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 Lenner
 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
 As if she's dabbing
 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 fuck her on the kitchen table
 At her crib in the Hamptons
 I might lay her down gently
 I might slam her
 I might even fuck 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
 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 fucking [?] shit
 She's starting asking me to do some shit...
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