[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