Get me some division, I called the dead by night to the god! Allay the chaos! Chains to my last victim! Set up the lights on the way to the skies Raising my sword to the lord! Calling your death in a black obsession, The only way wow!

How to hate a bitch That owe you everything At least a wedding ring Moving on to better things So don't you call me talking 'bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't

Oh I hear you calling in the dead of night We'll be talking And I hear you calling in the dead of night Oh I feel overjoyed When you listen to my words Words are all we have These words are all we have I see them sinking in

Now I put the ice on my chest (I'm doing it) Now I got plaques on the wall (I'm doing it) Now I never answer a call (I'm doing it) Now I gotta house in the west (I'm doing it) There's no way you can tell man that I can't do what I want to (I do what I

I come to you hungry and tired You give me food let me sleep I come to you weak You give me strength and that's deep Called me a sheep And lead me to green pastures Only askin' that I keep the focus In between the chapters You give me the word

Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan Its that rap phenomenon

Let it flow slowly Girl away you there from when I need you as my closest friend You should calling me Say she want the Rastaman How could this be? It's only love Same way that I want you Girl it's the same way, girl you want me too

If today was your last day And tomorrow was too late Could you say goodbye to yesterday? Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past Donate every dime you have? Would you call old friends you never see? Reminisce old

My funky sensation Can you feel it? Can you feel it? I'm calling all you, party people Come on, get up and dig that funk I have for ya I have a funky sensation That was spread around the nation Get up, clap your hands and feel the groove You see people

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