You on that bullshit ain't you? Now, you on that bullshit ain't you? Yeah, yup, yeah, yup Everybody with me, nigga deep I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me) I'm back on my bullshit They say we smoke, we gon' smoke You say we gon'

I'm upraised a feeling I can't explain My soul aches still searching is my refrain I, I still believe A lifetime of searching Questioning existence and purpose From the setting sun To the vast expanses Death from birth in reverse

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, I love this bar. It's my kind of place. Puts a big smile on my face. We got winners, we got losers, Chain smokers and boozers. An' we got yuppies, we got bikers, An' we got , thirsty hitchhikers. And the girls next door dress up like

The best rapper alive (huh, yup) The best rapper alive (huh) Swagger right check, game tight And they goin', R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (who?) And you should, be afraid, be very afraid Fuck with me?

Yeah o yeah Basic instinct I'm a black black dad I'm a black black dad See I was out buying Chanel bags While I was doing that you turned up your swag, you got me Yup, call me slippin forget your hustle on, shawty I ain't trippin I been in the game since

Now here we are (I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane but I'll be back again) Now there we go (back again) now there we go Now here we are, now there we go, now there we go Yup, yeah yeah Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup (yup) I

Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard I'm Marilyn Manson don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead) yup-yup (Amen) I know (He dead) for sure (Amen) Amen Alright, here we go, third take, real quick Ali I'm Marilyn

I had to cut lil' mama off, now we back on They think I'm still selling soft like his bag gone I was gone for a minute, now it's back on I'm self made and independent, yup, black on I'm self made and independent, yup we black on

My ego, is big as Heathrow Yup this a lethal, easy as a free throw Yes this negro, is rather lethal You about as lethal, as a mojito Be my amigo, eat my burrito You a fuckin' seagull, up in Francisco I'm up in a Regal, still in my pea coat Murder's what

You can get jacked, like a cactus (Yeah) What is you smoking? Cat piss I'm at the five, Saks Fifth (Yeah), huh I plead the five 'cause I am no snitch (Yeah) After that say hocus pocus Yup, yup, yup, yup 'Cause I then disappear with your bitch, yup (Okay)