My ****, that's on God

What's the 411? I'm feeling like J. Blige

Backstage sniffing lines at a Jodeci concert

KC done got her open, but I know that her moms hurt

Fine earth, wine thirst, just wanna converse

Rain on my parades, got me feeling like Fonsworth

Tryna find another umbrella to keep me dry

But these **** subbing peep they be dubbing

Blood in my eye (wow)

Damn, so where'd the time go?

Nowadays, I'm moving with faith like I'm blindfold

I have been working decade straight, and I'm over tired

**** been moving hella different ever since Kobe died

I know she cried, I push the big body, maneuver hella swift

Probably hit the brodie Crook, if I'm moving in the six

Quick to pose as they friends, but they Judas with the stick

You should know that Mookie really be a student of this shit

Don't get it fucked up, painting these pictures, Micheal Angelo with the nun chucks

No weapon formed against me, I ain't talking no gun tucks

Some **** scamming, then they lucked up

Just relax, that's on hush, yeah

Fuck tweeting homie, put it in your verses

All my brodies breaking generation curses

They know am the bad habits that's been passed down

Thinking and growing rich every second make it last now, splash sounds

My bloodline filled with GOAT, I'm a son of one

Can't be duplicated, lil' **** a one of one

Make atheists believe, easy seeing God

Walk I wrote this on the plane while Nova was sleeping

This fly talk, ****