Lock him, lock him down Lock him down, down, down Lock him down I got too much on my chest I got too much on my plate Impostor inspect, I got too much in my chest I don't want all your gadgets, all I want is your respect Impostor inspect, I got too much

I've been rollin' on the freeway I've been riding 85 I've been thinking way too much And I'm way too gone to drive I got anger in my chest I got millions on my mind And you didn't fit the picture So I guess you weren't the vibe I come through with