They think they got it
They think they prophets
They think they AusarsAnd they think they Ausets
More like Osiris
Just like an Isis
Black royalty
White washed just like rice is
Food for thought hard to digest just like spices
Carolina reaper schovillile unit type of crisis
Hot Boy baby like I′m straight up out that nola
Stretching all this money like a nigga doing yoga
Full all of this wisdom I'm a brown skin yoda
A sith dark lord I′m in a blacked out toga
Got my light saber by the will of Allah
I'm like annakin on the dark side I'm killing em all
I got the higher ground
I′m obi won
Mamba state of mind
Yea I′m Kobe son
Can't stop won′t stop
Don't know what that means
Gotta shoot my shot fuck passing the bean
Breath taking flows captain of the asthma team
You thought you thought
You thought you had one
You thought you thought
Now you mad son
Some body and go tell these niggas about me
I′m stirring things up I'm about to get it rowdy
I′m like oh yea
Finally got raps back
Oh yea
Finally got my magic
See that bad bitch
Yea I'm about to go and tap that
Diamonds in my ear look like they about to tap dance
If life is a bitch
Then she giving me a lap dance
Learned my lesson about the strip clubs and wearing black pants
Don't pay it no mind when she said this was my last chance
Betting man word said word is I got a fat chance
Take your chances place your bets and treat it like the lottery
Immaculate conception word made flesh type of prodigy
Jason′s golden fleece from Greece my life is like an odyssey
Feels like a miracle
But it′s really just the prophecy
I'm The Chosen one true and living Jehovah son
Told these wack cats it′s over son
Brazil bossanova son
So far it's thank you for coming through up on my offer
33 years in the flesh it took for me to spit it propper
You thought you thought
You thought you had one
You thought you thought
Now you mad son
Some body and go tell these niggas about me
I′m stirring things up I'm about to get it rowdy
