In My Lifetime / Roc Nation

They say I look like my Pops my Moms raised me Shed tears of joy for all my babies My life been crazy Shit been getting hazy Nigga talk that shit go have to fade me I'm just Half Man-Half Amazing Nowadays hot tempered, enter guns blazing My baby mothers about me say the same things I guess it must be true Hit the stage and I rock it like I'm Motley Crue This ain't my destination I'm just stopping through Good with the rhyme schemes like Dr. Seuss I need my bills all blue and a thick masseuse Stat Doctor act proper for the Mac or Gat pop ya I'm Showstopper Niggas trickin for hoes I call em Globetrotters That's why you getting exposed ya got Ho problems And to me that ain't no problem Pimpin on wax spittin all facts My flow bomb of Fentanyl and Crack Don't be alarm the big dog is back nigga Money on my mind impatiently been waiting So much crack in the city it's RocNation Couple bros stuffed in the can like Carnation Filthy the game is dirty call sanitation A lil birdie told me what y'all niggas really makin Say it's not a game but homie ya PlayStation Niggas like me out ooze a mutation Never will argue with fools or elder statesmen Pat Riley with the Heat I go Dan Marjerle Hot handed never been reprimanded Watch a nigga run 100 up like Barry Sanders Drop the house on ya bitch and say you not in Kansas Been the hardest nigga spittin since I was in Pampers Paul Pierce, A.I. the Truth and Answer Niggas don't want the smoke they fighting cancer And yo ain't bout shit like George Constanza Got keep something thick when I write my stanza She watched my dick more times than the Black Panther 45 lean ya click like a dirty Fanta Homie watch the slander Don't make me take a gander St. Nick not Santa, No Prancer Got hoes in Atlanta Panda Panda