They ask me how I did it, I said, "What?"

They ask me how I got up to the front

They ask me why I never smoked a blunt

They ask me all these questions, ain't no rush

They ask me why I never go to parties

'Cause I don't want to

They ask me why I ain't chasing no Barbies

I ain't got to

They ask why I don't pop pills like they Smarties

I don't need to

They ask me why I care about they bodies

(I meant body count, boy)

Ok, ok, ok

First off, I'm living my life next to God

The way that y'all living y'all life is so odd

I'm never gon' smoke or light up a rod

And I don't want approval from you and your squad

I ain't a regular rapper, that's it

Give me a goal and I will surpass it

You in your room sippin' on acid

And I'm shooting the ball 'cause I don't pass it

Principles

I got 'em, leave me alone, please, no ridicule

I'ma get bigger, and I'll leave you minuscule

Call me a clown, when I'm big, you a bigger fool

I live by these rules and it won't get political

Typical humans wishing on a miracle

Get up and do it yourself, dreams are mythical

Gotta get real with life and get critical

These principles 'til I arise to my pinnacle

Principles, and I ain't talking 'bout teachers

Talking 'bout not going under the bleachers

Talking 'bout faith and staying a preacher

Talking 'bout hard work so you ain't a feature

You don't see the vision, you might have a cataract

Doing them drugs and don't know where the matter at

Tell your lil' friends to go, I am not into that

I stick to my principles, nothing comes after that

Aye

You can do this and do that with your life, but just know it'll never come back

Aye

They ain't believe in me, seeing me making it big just because I am Black

Aye

You don't know me or what I can do, how can you say that I won't get a plaque

Aye

I think you mad that you never did nothing, I'm better, sorry, that's just facts

I don't like flexing or talking 'bout racks

I don't like knowing that I'm gon' pay tax

I don't like people that snort up the crack

I don't like carrying y'all on my back

'Cause I been the man since the Sackboy

Look at your life, it look sad, boy

Tell 'em Lil Mini is back, boy

You poppin' them pellets like Pac-Man

Principles, and I ain't talking 'bout teachers

Talking 'bout not going under the bleachers

Talking 'bout faith and staying a preacher

Talking 'bout hard work so you ain't a feature

You don't see the vision, you might have a cataract

Doing them drugs and don't know where the matter at

Tell your lil' friends to go, I am not into that

I stick to my principles, nothing comes after that