Watch me do my thing
Get lost into my scene
Get hot, like New
Orleans in Cosby crew
and jeans
Do not awaken,
stare a lot and vacant
Living in conditions
of the modern matrix
Only bad rhymes
running proper naked
Only point I made you
with the bullet was a
paper
I ain't here to fight
some dude, and f*ck
around with his spouse
I'd rather light your
mood and burn it down
with the house
Eat your heart from
the groove on account
of the bounce
And lick her like
Tom Cruise, up and
down on a couch
Status never mattered,
ever acted whether
I love Christine
Like Christina Aguilera,
just let yourself go
Matter Pressure and
endevour that is
better left
Christine track a record
to let you all know
Would the kings
even home us
But to these kingdoms
it won't just
Slap a rapper like
Solange Knowles
To the gathering
known all that matter
like a black hole
And it's all good
And it's all good
And it's all good
I feel like Bobby Fisher
Always four moves
ahead of
My competition,
listen they ain't gonna
stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie,
swear it could not get
better
I feel in charge
like Biggie, wearing
that Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater
I'mma step up every
chance when I rumble
They all call me
champ of the Jungle
It's fitting
I'mma get drunk
and dance like
your uncle
Until I'm all hands
like your uncle
I'm kidding
The venomous,
and then until' I enter,
then it's over
When I'm spitting
venom, I'm as generous
as Oprah
You get a scar!
You get a scar!
You get a scar!
Me drunk in the
back of a rental car
Pat Benatar,
love is a battlefield
Here to get you out
your seat like a
battle drill
I'm in the saddle still,
a little saddle sore
Smash you out the
stratosphere, flashy
as a matador
When I'm dressed
like Theo's Dad
In a cougie listening
to Kool G Rap
I won't beat around
the bush like a
seventies porn
I'll make you wish
that you never been
born and it's all good
And it's all good
And it's all good
And it's all good
I feel like Bobby Fisher
Always four moves
ahead of
My competition,
listen they ain't gonna
stop me ever
I feel as large as
Biggie, swear it could
not get better
I feel in charge like
Biggie, wearing that
Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater
Take a ride on the
bus out of this alley
We could fire up the
night like Prince Harry
F*ck the high life,
we could vibe like
We got wirelines
hanging
from behind like we're
just married
I'll turn the art form
into a bloodsport
I make pea soup
out of a pea-brain
They wanna run the
streets like parkour
I'd rather run these
tracks like a steam train
I feel like Bobby Fisher
Always four moves
ahead of
My competition,
listen they ain't gonna
stop me ever
I feel as large as
Biggie, swear it could
not get better
I feel in charge like
Biggie, wearing that
Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater
Wearing that
Cosby sweater