Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah! I wonder what she’s saying
Inexplicable aura, fire in the water Anti-sober medicinal herb smoker Skin well coated in Sauvage Dior Odour Jotting encrypted messages, every bar is coded Every bar is quoted, the wave is downloaded They’re copies of what the G.O.A.T is, I call that animal cloning Remember every encounter in chronological order These are not the same niggas we thought were singing the chorus Fuck the cover, I judge a book by its author Read it, disapproved On the side we don’t get that credit Raw and uncut, no edits When I speak it isn’t hypothetic Although I make it sound poetic, rare genetics The chosen one descendant from the heavens Return of the legend, he could land any second
Remain unshaken, I reject your hand gesture Every line is clear cut when I apply the pen pressure Dissect ’em, I make the man hunt a red dragon Only difference is this isn’t a novel by Tom Harris I call this God’s planning, I call this pure passion I came a long way from famine, skipping school, taking chances Paint pictures with words, no brush and palette In Ye’s words; I’m coming after whoever who has it
I wonder what she’s saying
Yeah! Attitude formidable, ferocious with the syllables The last of a dying breed, more like the originals I’m eating off of interludes, summertime and winter too In the night and afternoon Shit a little different when that money chasing after you Shit a little different when that love is unconditional I’m who the children listen to My life is like a parable, every chapter pivotal Living proof of a miracle