Penance, reconciliation No more abbreviations These bitches gone with the story tellin’ Ain’t no place for interpretations Requiem for a dream, bitch I’m Brahms Look at my palms, ain’t got no qualms Rather blow steam than drop the bombs Just kidding – Imma drop the bombs
Hoes wanna lead the tango Ima star of the night, that’s Van Gogh If you don’t agree, then you can go Don’t like what ya see, change the channel Enemies stay tryna barricade But I storm them, hurricane Show no mercy, I eradicate I broke the chains, where my accolades?
Walking Sistine chapel So don’t get it twisted, I’m Sweet peach iced tea snapple Rose from ashes, stay persistent These niggas stay on sodium Cause I’m at the top of podium Bitches hit rock bottom hard So I get em linoleum
Haven’t even hit my prime yet G7 on a private fly jet Peter Paul Rubens Louie Vuitton with the Louie flight set You know Imma eat, these bitches fastin’ 40 days? Lemme hit 4 hundred One last thing All my shit was self funded
Forgive me, I’m not sorry Rev the engines on the Harley Mind games I am Atari Paint me; Giorgio Vasari Came thru hit em with Ali They all wanna copy Now they all wanna say that they art Sayin’ that I’m cocky When they really Bosley That means they were never really angels from the start
I ain’t sorry I never been the sorry type This ain’t confessions So fuck all of that sorry hype Our father Hallowed be thy oddity Art Jesus I’m an art commodity
Poof, I am a wizard Neck stay on blizzard Iconic style impeccable It cannot be mirrored All of these goons is bitter Truth is I never been a quitter I got anger problems? Just a savage spitter
Kinda like Nostradamus Spread the word, I am Johannes They couldn’t colonize me Colors the wind, I’m Pocahontas Booked in Rome, now I’m out in Paris Never took a day off, Bueller Ferris Boutta board I’m off to Florence Hunger games, Jennifer Lawrence
Can’t compare where you can’t compete Paved my road from the streets to elite Finally made it to the top of the roster Dwayne wade, like I bring the heat Crew stay strong, we syndicated Apostles, disciples, indicated Hood as fuck, yet sophisticated Doesn’t matter, not intimidated Music on genius, cause I am a genius Flow like a drug on the intrevenous Pina Colada with a lotta piñas My nut taste sweet, that’s their weakness
Forgive me, I’m not sorry Rev the engines on the Harley Mind games I am Atari Paint me; Giorgio Vasari Came thru hit em with Ali They all wanna copy Now they all wanna say that they art Sayin’ that I’m cocky They really Bosley That means they were never angels from the start
I ain’t sorry I never been the sorry type This ain’t confessions So fuck all of that sorry hype Our father Hallowed be thy oddity Art Jesus I’m an art commodity
Star point to the birth Greatest on earth, big net worth Read it in a book inside of the church
They follow the teaching Preach so they can stop all the reaching Screeching, that keyboard is screaming They can’t stop all this gleaming
Ya’ll really wanna slaughter They wanna see me drown But I’m walking on the water Wearing thorns in my crown Ya’ll really wanna slaughter Ill reunify me But I’m walking on the water You can’t crucify me
I ain’t sorry I never been the sorry type This ain’t confessions So fuck all of that sorry hype Our father Hallowed be thy oddity Art Jesus I’m an art commodity
I never been the sorry type I never been the sorry type