[Gilbere Forte]
I pledge allegiance to the moments I have forgiven
Like blowing a quarter mill if the Devil could make a million
Menace to your society, Harold couldn’t defend ‘em
Chopping ‘em like karate, all you pussies submitting
Barking from a junkyard, sleeping with a kitten
N***a slit your wrist, what a wonderful feeling
I don’t know anybody that claim to be anybody
If anybody wasn’t a fucking shit to anybody
Black scale fitted, that Dre don’t keep me kicking
All the bitches I be fucking on the side of the payment
Sidewalk, could you fake it? Motherfucker, side walk till your grave
Take a belt and like the knot and kill yourself, I’m flexing, Flint, Michigan to a blessing
Born in ’87 to a million dollar question, you jumping out of life with no protection
I’m jumping in this life, throw 'em and catch ‘em, 24 years old
Do I look like a freshman? Year after year, your career come into question
I’m popping outside your world for my dinners with George Jetson
Desert Eagle boots, leather balm of Smith & Wesson
My style kill y’all n***as, David Koresh-ing
Fire in the hole, got the water man stressing
Revoking all the placements I deserve for
Guess I gotta spend money for them to say that they heard of boy
Running on the land of vultures with no oceans
Living off Versace you fake n***as been sewed in
Laughing at you bastards trying to wipe the hoes I broke in
Bring the motherfucking jokes in, yeah, they said I sound a little cocky
But never did your woman try to stop me, I don’t speak Spanish
So why she calling me Papi? Got two middle fingers
She obviously gave a fuck, half-court shot, she swallowed them in the clutch
Swish, ain’t that a bitch? Street wear got these n***as living off each other’s dicks
Sick, walking through another man’s piss, ugh
Yeah, I respect the blogs, just not the n***as paying ‘em off
I’m tired of all these inquiries, asking me for a check
Buying space on they CD that never hit the net, dummy
What the fuck I look like? Two blind n***as trying to gangbang hood dikes
N***a, look at yourself, tell your wife take my dick off her shelf
Sway, know I didn’t thank you for this bait and all the jewels that you gave me
Sitting up in the studio, all the records you played me
You told me I could dead the competition
By being that part of me that everybody was missing
Whole damn studio locked down, trying to listen
How can I entertain this feeling? Being a young n***a
Told I would shake up the building, one of your favorite rappers ever paying attention
The greatest beginning could be the worst ending
Pussy in the thought, trying to sit where I stand yo
The hottest n***a out, unsigned ‘cause my pen broke
Stuff you in the bag with that last loaf of bread
I probably be the main reason your packaging was dead
Buying out your placements on I-Tunes times two
But motherfucker, Day Rapers trying to sign you
I learned about this life and what times could owe ya
Some of your favorite DJs living off of Payola
I would never start my life till it’s over
The beef never touch my hands if it wasn’t Kosher
Never would of came to this if n***as know what they supposed to
With all the things that I been do, a vegan n***a but veggies ain’t on my menu
Not a bullet in your heart that could ever defend you
Not a prayer in the world that your mama could send you
I swear if my generosity bring me a fucking dynasty
That’ll be the day I throw up the Roc ‘cause Jay signed me, fuck y’all n***as