Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe (feat. JAY Z) [Remix]

I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again

Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me

Things I don't understand

Sometimes I need to be alone

Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe

I can feel your energy from two planets away

I got my drink, I got my music

I would share it, but today I'm yelling

Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe

Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe (Uh)

Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich, hol' up

Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks, but now my album platinum and shit, so what?

Y'all keep the numbers

I'm more than another statistic, my ****, this courtesy of Compton (Courtesy of Compton)

Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker

Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D

Dominicans wish that I was born there

I'm lookin' to be the god MC

You look at my hat and see thorns there

I look at the game and see porn there

I'm fuckin' this industry hard

I'm bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey

You thought I was fresh out the yard

Don't cry to me, dummy, you're a lightweight

They tell me you nice and I'm like, "Wait"

Go get me a knife, you're looking like steak

And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days

And when the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher

But we thirsty ****, never alert me, ****

I got a P89 in a suitcase

I know you heard me, ****, this is a burpee, ****

Lyrical exercise, right now, homie, I'm in the extra vibe

Pipe down, on the curb when you heard that I got these words

To the upper echelon, that's excellent

I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again (It's excellent, it's excellent)

Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me

Things I don't understand

Sometimes I need to be alone

Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe

I can feel your energy from two planets away

I got my drink, I got my music

I would share it, but today I'm yelling

Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe

Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe

Up in the clouds, me and my spouse

Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud

Please turn them shits down, can't hear myself think (Down, down)

Turbulence, shit, I almost spilled my drink

In the White House with a mink

Running through that bitch like it's my house, all up in the hall like a mall

Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball

No, I don't 'member you, I don't intend to empty my memory bank

It's a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank

Sittin' next to Hilary smellin' like dank

Presidential pardon, name one **** out there harder than him, I'll wait

I've been in my wave like twenty years straight

I've been on my vibe like twenty years straight

Don't fuck up my high (Fuck up my high)

Nights like this, I could fuck up a pie and still be straight (Still be straight)

Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate, don't waste my breath

I don't know how many moons a **** got left

Back to this joint, smokin' this shit like I'm tryna prove a point

I'm the highest, the highest title, numero uno

Kill my vibe, that's your motherfuckin' funeral

Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, **** pissed off

I ministered this generation by far

Leader of the new school, on my toes like a ballerina, who knew I'd be Black Swan?

World in my palms, ironically, I am the Globetrotters' best, 'cause I didn't drop the ball

Told **** when I was sixteen that I'd write a sixteen to put a **** right on the big screen

In the paddy wagon with sixteen, should have been in the pen, but now my pen writin' with morphine

I heal ****, touch down with more fiends

I kill ****, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket

Cardio lap, was running for dear life but now I'm running the map, bitch, I'm here, ****

Picture little ole me giving a fuck for what a fuck **** gotta say

****, you'll never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre

You ain't get killed in Vegas or hit a Suburban, ****, Puffy Daddy wasn't your favorite

So many washed up with detergent, but I don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose, like blah

Mini-14 like blah, empty out another magazine like blah

Let a young **** get by, I kill 'em all when they try to kill my vibe (Doot-doot!)

I am the bad, the good God, the last the hood got, the last that would try to pass a good job

If Shawn's a black Beatle, then I need a ten second drum solo, bitch, see you at Woodstock, ah!