GET GOD ON THE PHONE!!!
The question is what is a king without a crown?
I don’t need Yung Joc to know it’s going down
I sometimes need people just to leave me alone
To make everyone happy, I would need a clone
The devil doesn’t want to give me a step
Job opened up, I might just move to the southwest
They say in Texas that everything’s bigger.
But no matter where I go, I’ll still be that nigga
They asking us if we reclaimed that word
I been trying to get everything that I deserve.
I’m balling so hard that it’s imprudent to leave
Give me time, I’m improving, you see?
I know some of these dudes that won’t bust a grape
Laugh behind your back, smile in your face.
Calling your bluff, watch me dial in your face
Give me a belt, watch me beat the case
It’s my nature to worry about public opinion
No matter what did it, I got to go get it
Haters feeling froggy? I know they’re gonna ribbit
This is food for thought, can you handle the dishes?
I’ve had people see me at my lowest,
Wonder if that influenced opinion on me
I’m good with words, I’m a poet.
I find this to be the best style of release.
They say I got the game tied in a knot
They say I’m gifted, I should come with a bow
Momma told me I could be the next Barack
But I don’t know if that’s the path that I’ll go
They’re telling me that the world is an oyster
That I have my entire fate in my hands
But I’m never too good for some pointers
On how exactly I’m gonna meet these demands.
GET GOD ON THE PHONE!!