I beat the beat up. Call it self-defense.

I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all.

I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me.

Life is the bitch, death is her sister, sleep is the cousin. What a fuckin family picture.

Married to the money, fuck the world – that’s adultery.

Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off.

Most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on.

No matter who’s buyin, I’m a celebration.

Real g’s move in silence like lasagna.

So misunderstood, but what’s a world without enigma?

Stop playin, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt.

Swagga down pat. Call my shit Patricia.

Talkin to myself because I am my own consultant.

The fruits of my labor, I enjoy em while they still ripe.

These motherfuckers talkin crazy like they jaw broke.