Right of the rip, nobody could fuck with me I'm out of space, mind and body My soul and so on (so on) Mami, I'm fly is an understatement Come to greatness I'm on my own planet I'll do my own thing Then turn around and pat myself on the back (for doing good) I don't need nobody else I'm gon' do it by myself Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good) Right of the rip nobody is quite like me You gon' need a NASA spacecraft to sight me If you don't like me, bite me I could give a fuck, less fightin' excites me Leanin' on the moon with a Patron fifth playin' my own shit And I sound terrific I'm not cocky, I'm beyond that It's time to start another hobby, I'm beyond rap Run and tell your baby daddy and your son Ray I'm hot, I sunbathe on the sun babe I'm the one on the one way Head and pretty long legs from the runway My nigga Notty is a genius You gonna need a ladder just to climb on my penis Got two words for the rap game Fuck y'all I'm on my own planet I'll do my own thing Then turn around and pat myself on the back (for doing good) I don't need nobody else I'm gon' do it by myself Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good) Right off the rip, you thought it was a rap for me Didn't you? Go on 'head and admit it hater Cold as ice I'm a living refrigerator The reason hip-hop's breathin', the defibrillator I did a bid just for drunk drivin' It'll never happen again 'cause now I'm drunk flyin' I'm an innovator When I say I'm on Venus I don't mean that I'm datin' a tennis player I'm on Saturn where you don't matter Alone, I'm past the zone where your phone scatters Hello? Can you hear me now you? You don't got a fuckin' choice Elbowed my way into everybody's conversations With rhymin', timin', and patience Now I'm in space bitch I use to have to be on some watch what I say shit But now you gotta take it! I'm on my own planet I'll do my own thing Then turn around and pat myself on the back (for doing good) I don't need nobody else I'm gon' do it by myself Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good) They say a closed mouth don't get fed I say a closed mouth don't give head On the flip side, know a closed fist don't get bread And if you swing it then you gon' get lead Boy I put ‘em in a panic, got ‘em all frantic Overlook my antics, you'll see that I'm a throwback Hip hop Stan Smith, but it lessen my love 'Cause the so-called rulers ain't quite measuring up Now let me give the chicks a message Bitter exes'll tell you that the dick is precious Three words, get over it And if you speak mine, mention I could trip over it Low key like my name too big for the bill Betty White style, get it in, still Plus I'm on the high you can't fit in the pill But I try anyway, we gon' die anyway, ya heard I'm on my own planet I'll do my own thing Then turn around and pat myself on the back (for doing good) I don't need nobody else I'm gon' do it by myself Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good, it's all good)