Allahs perfection

[Intro] Uh [Chorus] I deserve to be in that Rolls-Royce Spectre, it's electric, what you expected? For every second we was neglected, over-scrutinized and underprotected The metal detecters didn't detect it Come and bask in the sunrays of Allah's perfection A pound of Q ain't worth an ounce of prevention [Verse] Your next question is what exactly am I prevеntin'? I don't never stop, so follow me, it put too much tеnsion on your tendons Ronald or Nancy Reagan, Just Say No campaign Niggas that was rich off cooked cocaine Watched it, then laughed at it while drinkin' champagne I don't worry 'bout no problems that's manmade, super supreme magnetic If that was no-go money, why you bet it? I parry a jab, then counter with the right hand Get my balance back with the left hook, that's textbook Then square up like naw anyway, they girls anyway I'm annoyed, they in the way Me and the law's like Charles Dickens and Ernest Hemingway Skin and teeth bright as the lights and now why The collar on this Bottega jacket is cowhide When the bulls appear, the cows hide Fuck with me, but don't fuck with me 'Cause dead is dead whether shots is fired with your chest in the air or reluctantly All the stunts I pulled, I know the blacktop had enough of me But they ain't did shit yet, that's they best bet Sacai Nikes on, four swooshes on each sneaker and I ain't been checked yet [Interlude] Uh, by who? Microphone check, one-two Ayo, uh Pontius Pilate wasn't as violent as the grandson of— ayo Uh [Chorus] I deserve to be in that Rolls-Royce Spectre, it's electric, what you expected? For every second we was neglected, over-scrutinized and underprotected The metal detecters didn't detect it Come in basket of sunrays of Allah's perfection A pound of Q ain't worth an ounce of prevention [Outro] This shit here'll give a soft nigga all the— you understand what I'm sayin'? The more and more niggas say somethin', the more courageous these niggas get And boisterous Caffeinated and verbose It's aggravating, it's frustrating I don't know, man, I don't come, I didn't come up (You heard?) I didn't come up listening to hip-hop and it was friendly, everybody's friends and— get the fuck outta here, man We ain't from the same place, we don't know each other, you get what I'm sayin'? We ain't headlights, you get what I'm sayin'? You don't, you don't think the way, you definitely don't dress like me You definitely don't talk like me You definitely wasn't fuckin' on high-powered bitches before you ever And you ain't fuckin' her now You understand what I'm sayin'? But you wasn't fuckin' on high-powered bitches before, before you cut a microphone on You get what I mean? This is what it is, man