Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my weddin
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing goin for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin a bite or somethin
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dreamt of 2Pac -- he asked me "Are you still down?"
"Yeah my nikka; it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on"
I know they tell they white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free nikka archetype
I am the light, and the beacon; you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean, you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine bathroom break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
Oxford want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, err, like hop, I hopped out, like wassup?
Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nikka, you suck, hold up
I studied the proportions
Emotions runnin at a Autobahn speed level
Had a drink with fear, and I was textin God
He said "I gave you a big dikk, so go extra hard"