Lyrics
Hey you, your technique is still not good enough for a master
Frank? Well, I guess I better show you
Watch me then, I'll not show you again
Whoa
Uh-huh
Uh, uh, uh
We're here now
Back again
We made this for you
You think you're good, but you're not, you know
Look, I arrive with nothin' but my God-given talent
My love for Mama and my truth
My clean pink penis and some diamonds on my tooth
Observin' climate through the roof
Of the foreign that I'm floorin' now
Answer the calls when your favorite rappers hit me
And quickly tore it down
No, I'm not enormous, but my bankroll goin' farther
Spread butter on every continent
My apostles goin' harder
Some guys who idolize tried to sign me for peanuts, I was smarter
Took my George Washington, became George Washington Carver
Found value in a lesson, my decisions been a blessin'
Made me more surgical with this shit
Make incisions with perfection
Don't surround myself with yes-men
Everyone with me equal
No strap around my waist
But I'm the champion for the people
Bulletproof chicken was the final scene
Now this shit the sequel
I'm halfway through my story
I gave you spoons, now here's the needles (now here's the needles)
Does he live here, does he live there?
Is he good, what's his condition? (What's his condition?)
Is he Muslim, is he Christian?
Is he usin', is he pitchin'?
Is he takin', is he single?
Does he fuck him and forget him? (I don't know)
One thing nobody whisperin'
Is he fluent with addiction?
Got off the plane in Tokyo, was eager to amaze (hello)
First T and Yaki Doughty had a meetin' with a sage (whoa)
Cherry blossoms fell to my feet the moment I took the stage
I was deemed more than worthy then was greeted with the blade
I start bleedin' on the page on the page (ah, yes sir)
(Oh, my God, we back again)
We went around the world for you
We brought crack for you
You see it?
Come die