Don’t call my phone I'm too blowed off this zone I'm sendin yall a letter cuz I'm already gone If you already know put the blunt in the air Take a picture for ya nigga if you got enough to share, stop and stare Oh Lord, I'm drivin in a Ford, I switch to the chevy getting ready for the morgue And I'm pale as a ghost, I don't fail I just coast, put the sail on the boat, raisin hell as I go This is fire I'm a liar and a thief and a fiend, if I make it through the wire I might hire me a queen I'm a king without a crown, man I know you heard the horn, I'm a G without the sound, are you people fitna mourn, this I'm sure White devils all up in my atmosphere, and it's weird, that they muddled but to me they crystal clear But to see them up in here, they be watchin they be talkin, got a sickness we can't cure, and it's me that they be mockin I can't even make no progress, should I blame it on the congress? Or the folks that's up in office and they promise that they honest, we forgotten Ain't no problem when you livin on the moon, but step into the sun and you get burnt just a spoon, of an addict With a habit, I'm emphatic like a goon, with the patter of the chatter from the dude from the lagoon I'm pursuant of my doom, like a movie I'm gon shoot, and God is my director and my vector and my suit so what it do You lose if you think I can be beaten, I'm a foreign aircraft that self destruct when I am speakin, use your reason And your logic and your logo is appeasing, but you must <b>...</b>