Shake This

[Intro]

Being enlightened is no longer enough; you must apply

Being willing is no longer acceptable; you must do

Make it count

[Chorus]

Na-na-nah!

I gotta shake this

Na-na-nah!

I gotta, I gotta shake this jail shit off me

"He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail" shit off me, huh

I gotta shake this weak shit off me, and keep shit off me

And leave it in the streets like, "Bitch, get off me!"

[Verse 1]

1977, July 5th

Conceived immaculately was me, my mom's gift

Unwrapped right there in the room, like Christmas

My mind has been designed to do, like, distance

Run whole laps around y'all with my thoughts

You ain't hold back on yours, nah, that's my fault

Now, picture me falling

All the way to the bottom, and I'm laying there, calling

"Somebody, come help me"

Find my strength to stop drinking this poison

'Fore I drown my gift, and yeah, it's prolly unhealthy

'Cause I went so hard, and woke up sober

I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers

Loco, going hard as a locomotive

Self-loathing, like I ain't chosen

Shows to bless souls get exposed

Just know that I ain't folding, huh

[Chorus]

I gotta shake this, shake this

Na-na-nah

I gotta shake this, shake this

Na-na-nah

I gotta, I gotta shake this jail shit off me

"He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail" shit off me, huh

I gotta shake this weak shit off me, and keep shit off me

And leave it in the streets like, "Bitch, get off me!"

[Verse 2]

September 18th, 2-oh-oh-6 (Six)

I roll up in the court, thinking, "This should go quick"

On some couple-thousand-dollar-suit-type shit

From behind thousand-dollar Cartier 'scrips

I witnessed my world tumble down like bricks

Two words she slurred, and they sounded like this:

"One year"

Traveled through the room like moonlight through the darkness

Ooh, it's heartless, how could I beat two felonies?

Then turn around and lose, like—lose like this?

My lawyer saying, "Stay calm"; people saying, "Pray for him"

They locking my Black ass up, like Akon

My wife at the crib, going crazy

Pregnant, yelling, "I ain’t having no more babies!"

People saying Preem ain’t fucking with me no more

Niggas in the pen, looking homo, no, no!

[Chorus]

I gotta shake this, shake this

Na-na-nah

I gotta shake this, shake this

Na-na-nah

I gotta, I gotta shake this jail shit off me

"He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail" shit off me, huh

I gotta shake this weak shit off me, and keep shit off me

And leave it in the streets like, "Bitch, get off me!"

[Verse 3]

Fresh out of jail, feeling like Christopher Walken

The king of my city, swinging my dick as I’m walking

Up to the seven-fifty, I open the door

My cuz and, like, several bitches make up the décor

I look in, he got a cup, and he pours

I tell him, "Nah, I’m good"—I would’ve chugged it before

I’m a new man, but I could fuck with a whore

Nigga, my dick so hard, it’s prolly touching the floor

Riding 'round in the back of a black luxury toy

Getting sucked, like, "Niggas cannot fuck with me, boy"

When I look in the mirror, all I see is the real

Your nigga shouldn’t be here, R.I.P., if you will

I’m the moment of truth

I’m the only significant thing roaming the scene

Soon as I go in the booth, I'ma do it this time

I'm feeling really defined

Unsigned to signed, nigga, the city is mine

[Chorus]

I gotta shake this, shake this

Na-na-nah

I gotta, I gotta, shake this, shake this

Na-na-nah

I gotta, I gotta shake this jail shit off me

"He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail" shit off me, huh

I gotta shake this weak shit off me, and keep shit off me

And leave it in the streets like, "Bitch, get off me!"

[Outro]

Bitch, get off me!

Ge—Get off me!

Get off me!

Bitch, get off me!

Now, do that make me a liar?

Get off me!

Get off me!

Get off me!