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