Album: Single Release Only (2013)
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  • I look up
    Yeah and I take my time nigga
    I'mma take my time, woah
    Power moves only

    Boy I'm 'bout my business on business
    I drink liquor on liquor
    I had women on women
    Yeah that's bunk bed bitches
    I've done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin'
    Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin'
    But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
    On some ground ball shit
    Cause now I run my city on some town hall shit
    They prayin' on my motherfuckin' downfall bitch like a drought but
    You gon' get this rain like it's May weather
    G.O.O.D. Music, Ye weather
    Champagne just tastes better
    They told me I never boy, never say never
    Swear flow special like an infant's first steps
    I got paid then reverse debts
    Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress
    So now I'm talkin' to the reaper to reverse death
    So I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride
    Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried
    Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside
    No matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind
    In my mind, but fuck tryin' and not doin'
    Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
    I said fuck tryin' and not doin'
    Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
    I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac bitch, and got ruined
    So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid bitch
    I can't motherfuckin' stop movin'
    Go against me, you won't stop losin'
    From the city where every month is May-
    Day at home, spray your dome
    Niggas get sprayed up like AK was cologne for a paycheck or loan
    Yeah I know that shit ain't fair
    They say that Detroit ain't got a chance, we ain't even got a mayor
    You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone
    I knew that the world was for the taking and it wouldn't take long
    We on, tryna be better than everybody that's better than everybody
    Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit versus everybody
    I'm so fuckin' first class I could spit up on every pilot
    The city's my Metropolis, feel it, it's metabolic
    And I'm over niggas sayin' they're the hottest niggas
    Then run to the hottest niggas just to stay hot
    I'm one of the hottest because I flame drop
    Drop fire, and not because I'm name droppin'
    Hall of Fame droppin'
    And I ain't takin' shit from nobody unless they're OG's
    Cause that ain't the way of an OG
    So I G-O collect more G's, every dollar
    Never changed though, I'm just the new version of old me
    Forever hot headed but never got cold feet
    Got up in the game won't look back at my old seats
    Clique so deep we take up the whole street
    I need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week, Sean Don

    Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' their minds
    Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond
    Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize
    I'm not gonna fold or demise
    (I don't smoke crack, motherfucker I sell it!)
    Bitch, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
    So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
    Don't pop me no fucking pill, I'mma a pop you and give you this

    Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit
    So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this shit
    So many bombs, make Farrakhan think Saddam in this bitch
    One at a time, I line 'em up and bomb on they mom
    While she watchin' the kids
    I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists
    I'm important like the pope, I'm a muslim on pork
    I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the king of New York
    King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
    The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
    Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces
    Cartier bracelets for my women friends I'm in Vegas
    Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be?
    If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me
    I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable
    Fuck y'all clubs, fuck y'all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts
    Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt
    This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch
    I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons
    Mollies'll prolly turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan
    A bunch of rich ass white girls lookin' for parties
    Playin with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give 'em the car key
    Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney
    You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley
    (I don't smoke crack motherfucker I sell it)
    I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis
    I'm aimin' straight for your pelvis, you can't stomach me
    You plan on stumpin' me? Bitch I've been jumped before you put a gun on me
    Bitch I put one on yours, I'm Sean Connery
    James Bonding with none of you niggas, climbing 100 mil in front of me
    And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way
    And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake
    I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time
    Bout who's the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
    Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y'all
    New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved
    And I ain't rockin no more designer shit
    White T's and Nike Cortez, this is red Corvettes anonymous
    I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhymin' wit
    But this is hip hop and them niggas should know what time it is
    And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale
    Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake
    Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac Miller
    I got love for you all but I'm tryna murder you niggas
    Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas
    They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas
    What is competition? I'm tryna raise the bar high
    Who tryna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive
    Out the exit window of 5 G5's with 5 grand
    With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as fuck tryna land
    With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg
    Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head
    Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said
    That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread

    You could check my name on the books
    I Earth, Wind, and Fire'd the verse, then rained on the hook
    The legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roof
    The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
    Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
    We live by every single word she ever told us
    Watch over your shoulders
    And keep a tin of beans for when the weather turns the coldest
    The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over
    Put your trust in the Lord but tether your Chevy Nova
    I'm spittin' this shit for closure
    And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova
    For all you magicians that's fidgeting with the cobra
    I'm silent as a rock, 'cause I came from a rock
    That's why I came with a rock, then signed my name on the Roc
    Draw a line around some Earth, then put my name on the plot
    Cause I endured a lot of pain for everything that I got
    The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rains from the heart
    And the tissue is like an angel kissin' you in the dark
    You go from blind sight to hindsight, passion of the Christ
    Right, to baskin' in the limelight, it take time to get your mind right
    Jay Electricity, PBS mysteries
    In a lofty place, tangling with Satan over history
    You can't say shit to me, Alhamdulillah
    It's strictly by faith that we made it this far Writer/s: ERNEST DION WILSON, KENDRICK DUCKWORTH, SEAN MICHAEL ANDERSON, TIMOTHY E. THEDFORD
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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