I got the game on lock: cheat codes, no assist
nigga
I can turn your girl like she turning overtricks
nigga
Take a swing at me, but you're probably gon' miss,
and if they ask about me, say I'm Puttin' On The Ritz
nigga
and if you want a hit, then I'm probably gon' spit it
while you expectin' the Nicks
I'll be sendin' in the Jets, get it?
Talkin' bout the money, while I'm talking how to get it
Lamborghini, El Dorado, if I want it, I'mma get it
And if you put me in the game, go ahead and call it fixed
The underdogs call me, go ahead and call it quits
I stay overhead like it's 4-on-3, while you play
the same chords like it's Lean on Me--and on the same note
I tip the scales on me, call El' Money Green
M.O.? Money
If Time Magazine do a feature on me
I'mma bring my whole team, they gon' say Who We?
You can doubt the king, but this isn't make believe
and if you want it, call on me, just ask and you'll recieve
[CHORUS]
I got some questions for ya
I got this medicine
and I been sitting pretty for ya
truth hurts but it don't get easier
if you never call me first
I'mma be alright
My city's skyline is similar to a labyrinth
catch me downtown
with a bad bitch on my side
feeling right
light flexing on these hoes
nigga you don't want no smoke
you said wanna be an actor?
then strike a pose
I'm a misfit
outcast of society
I'm a nomad
from a no man's land
plane crash
what you get for tryna romance
so i'mma blow backs out
right here on the nightstand
I'mma blow mics out
with a murderous pen
rap
i'mma offset your BS
with my track
Versace on my draws
Versace on the walls
Versace on the pussy
I call it
Closeau
you're a panther
cartoon
make a wish upon a star
full moon
its been a lotta gangstarr in the game tryna
play hard
end up snuffed with a stab wound
your move
make the right one
too soon
or make the wrong one
you lose
[VERSE 2]
my dreams are pornographic
memory elastic
eidetic or photographic?
I fixate on illusions
while I cross traffic
convincing myself that I can withstand
temptation that you knew was voodoo
run laps around you like a hulu
hoop loop dee loop
I pass out to the tunes of Jay Dee on a memorex
chasing my tail down the street
car accident
I can hear you talking but your words don't make sense
to me, I'm comatose off the second hand smoke
but not the juana
rather it's the audible
vibrations
sent me sleeping like a dog
in my dream a prophet told me not to be angry my son
this wait is for your own good
it's 2:44 in the morning
[CHORUS]
I got some questions for ya
I got this medicine
and I been sitting pretty for ya
truth hurts but it don't get easier
if you never call me first
I'mma be alright
I'mma be alright
if you never call me first imma be alright