SHANIA TWAIN

We talking that talk N***a

Reports From Resorts N***a

Verse 2 (Idris Elba)

They rather see me in a box than ever start living

But until I’m in a box mate I’ma keep living

I ain’t paying at the gate, nah I just keep billing

If I have to slap you in the face, I am so willing

No jokes just rocks in my watch

I’m Gucci as the man that loves to be watched

My metaphorical thrones wearing robes of an African

They chasing me but either way I’m just lapping them

Round of a round of applause for a brother

I give thanks three words for my mother

Give no fucks three words for the haters

I invoice for this rap man I do it for the paper

I’m in the paper, daily on this planet

Black Superman turn Lois into Janet

Clark into Kwame the man of steel

Black king, turn this gold into steel

Now don’t talk shit you don’t know much about

Unless your congratulating

Keep my name out your mouth

And less of the masturbating

Get that real pussy out

Say something for pimp if you want to rent it out

All this wahala cos I’m crossing over

Taking over but I ain’t Hova

Got the blueprint to print this green

Envy is a bitch I know you know her, look

Instead of taking roots in all that hate

Take a leaf from my book roll up and smoke

It’s the black president, making dead presidents

And I’m in my own booth and I’m bout to vote, blood

I ain’t done I’m still writing this book

Pages of thoughts on verses and hooks

And I know that I told you don’t s*** your future

Butt anyway I’ma still come with The Jux

Chorus (SXINT THOMAS)

Fly Pain sipping Lanson (fly shit)

Shania Twain in the mansion (fly shit)

The Talk with the sauce N***a

The horse on the Porsche N***a

Van Cleef with the vangarde (Brooklyn)

Grand Prix with the black card (Brooklyn)

We talking that talk N***a

Reports From Resorts N***a

Fly shit