Hey, where are all my comic books

I ain't choose nothing, I was picked for it

They don't know what I did for it, cut **** off, now my back lighter

Gave them boys a hundred chances, we getting too old for them antics

Can't do nothing but pray y'all good on y'all own

Hands together, I pray like a mantis Good under pressure, so why would I panic

And it's natural, it look like I planned it Just a artist, I paint on a canvas

Be juggling shit, but I manage They love to talk behind my back now

But they really ain't doing no damage Treason getting **** banished

When it was time to be loyal, they panicked Work my ass off, nothing free

Went from the Q3 to a V, they don't believe, so they gotta see

It's a whole world outside of the P's Hands never empty, I got me a bleeze

Big-ass bottle I got for the freaks Won't bend, won't fold, I ain't coppin' a plea

I ain't taking no breaks, no stopping for me Fully centered in this bitch, make every shot

From the top of the key Like all flavors, short or tall

Lumberjack, I be chopping up trees They supposed to be focused on bust downs

But the only thing they be watching is me, cause there's nobody

You make sure your home is straight While I be politickin' with the freaks

And I know everything is changed Everything with you and me

Cause you know where my heart is, girl And I barely sleep

Out, out, out, out, out, out, out, out, we make it rain