Off

I'm signing off on this

On the same ones the treasury prints

With every intent to see niggas dying off of it

I signed to Sony

A couple of years after the NBA signed Kobe

And he about to retire

So if anybody see Don Lenner

Make sure you tell him I ain't lost it yet

Somebody tell Tom Silverman "Hi" for me

Look in the sky there's a fly sorcerer

Eye-balling me from of a flying saucer

And my mind is like a full clip

And my competitions' magazines are running low

Like the Source and Vibe offices

Since '99, Hip-Hop been like my orphanage

Got dropped a lot

But every time I signed I got a million

A&Rs and exec's were telling me I'm not appealing

Try to turn me into Nas, I'm not him but I forgive you

This is a Boy Marley

Bob Dillon spiritual vibe that I'm feeling

These scars are time healing

Clearly you lost

You tried to put me in a box-how dare you

Try to minimize a lyrical God?

I'll godzilla these walls

My prime's no time near

I'll improvise till my ceilings

Get wizard of Oz

I'm the illest alive

I'm the rose that rose

From the concrete with the thorn

And when I'm gone I shall live in a vase

Me and Porter just handling business

Boy we came a long way from blasting cannons

And having to throw 'em in trash cans

Dismantling shipments

I had the manager shift at my day job too

I laid down rules

No gas station past 8 mile

Past eight or late drive-throughs

Maxwell tap, you play the whole B side

You flip it over and hear the whole A side too

Now we got iCloud and FaceTime basically

To knock down the grape vine

Make way as the chaos ensues

Niggas safe and ratchet calling themselves bosses

But they not

They David Hasselhoff

And they bay watch

But I'm cool

Nowadays my life be lavish

Who I'm out with tonight

It might be a model or

Might be an actress

She might be a ballerina

She might do plays

She might just like theatrics

She might be famous

I must just pipe her for bragging rights

She might get mad at the paparazzi

For flashing cameras at her ass

As she covers her face

As if she's dabbing

She might be dragging

Meet at some uptight fashion show somewhere

Where people like Madonna and Bono go

I might take one look up and down at the clothes

And say, "Hell no, It's time to go."

Come on it's time to go

I might fuck her on the kitchen table

At her crib in the Hamptons

I might lay her down gently

I might slam her

I might even fuck around and yell domino

I soldiers sound off like "you got a pair."

I'm a real nigga

I done lost a lot of friends over the years

I've been losing a lot of hair

Been told that I'm out my mind

But if you only knew what was inside it

You too would choose to stay out of there

I take my hats off to the addicts

Going through something tragic in their lives

Shit even I backed off the madness

I had to take some time off the rap and realize

Now how do I stop being underrated?

How do I get props like, let's say, a Drake?

But I rap with the skill set of let's say

A Black Thought or an Elhzi

If Jay Elec can bag a Rothschild without an album then I can come back to rap after doing some jail time

No one cares about sales now

They care about Facebook status

It's all about gadgets and getting fatter than hell

And consuming shit like them Patti LaBelle pies

Like lunatics, speaking of, I knew this chick

Who used to just be happy to make it out the hood to see me

Then she got on some fucking [?] shit

She's starting asking me to do some shit...

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