Late 808

If it ain’t foreign then it’s boring

Real g’s move in silence like lasagna

You don’t know how little you matter

Until you’re all alone

In the middle of Arkansas

Times have changed… and it’s cool to look bummy

I know it’s strange

But my brain’s gone really insane

And I’m off the chain

Sipping on a fifth of the Golden Grain

Ask about me

I’m going bust a move

Rick James

33 chains

Old Chanel

Cruising Biscayne

Top off

That’s a liability

Hit the gas

Boosting my adrenaline

Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)

Draco bad and boujee (Draco)

I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)

Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)

Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille

I’m in my happy place posted, I ain’t frown since ’06

I ain’t cried since ’01, my pad like Six Flags and your house is no fun

You can come back to mine though, your friend ain’t cute but it’s fine though

We gon’ end on a high note

I’m a monster, everyday is Halloween

Early to rise, so wake way before daybreak

Meditating on the steps I take

I realize there’s a lot at stake

So I enterprise while trying to stack papes

But I recognize that it ain’t easy

So I organize with my P.N.C

I shatter dreams, like Jordan, assault and batter your team

Your squadron’ll be barred from rap

Like Adam and Eve from the garden

I’m carving my initials on your forehead

So every night before bed

You see the BP shine off the boardhead

Reverse that

Oh, it’s just me, myself and I

Solo ride until I die

‘Cause I got me for life

(Got me for life, yeah)

Oh, I don’t need a hand to hold

Even when the night is cold

I got that fire in my soul

I need a fast car, candy coated red

Drive me all night, and park it in my bed

The anticipation arose as time froze

I starred off the stage with my eyes closed and dove

Into the deep cosmos

The impact pushed back, the first five rows

But before the raw live shows

I remember I’s a little snot-nosed

Rocking Cazal goggles and Izod clothes

Learning the ropes of ghetto survival

Peeping out the situation I had to slide through

Had to watch my back, my front, plus my sides too

She yelling that selling a sin

Well, so is telling young men that selling is a sin

If you don’t offer new ways to win

Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap

Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic

Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum

I divert em and flirt em insert em then I repel em

A breakdown, poetical shakedown

Fifty-two pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown

The ammo to keep the people steppin

Breaking open the vault because I’m like a verbal assault weapon

Ah, you just came home from doin’ a bid

Tell me whatcha gon’ do? act a fool

Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib

Boy whatcha gon’ do? act a fool

Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes

Tell me whatcha gon’ do? act a fool

Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues

Boy whatcha gon’ do? act a fool

My name is Lyte is your name Sam?

Cause if it is step off, grab your coat and get lost

Wrap your scarf around your throat and go back and catch a rope

And hit the road Sam, don’t you come back

No more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road Sam, don’t you come back no more

Flower bomb, let me guess your favorite fragrance

And you got that bomb, huh, I’m tryna detonate you

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Try to keep my spirits up, that’s why I lays it down

I was patient, yeah, oh

I was patient, aye, oh

Now I can scream that we made it

Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations

I know you want this for life

Bitch I’m back out my coma

Waking up on your sofa

When I park my Range Rover

Slightly scratch your Corolla

Okay, I smashed your Corolla

I’m hanging on a hangover

Five years we been over

Ask me why I came over

One more hit and I can own ya

Yeah, live through the strugglin’, life’s a every day hustle

I’ve been nice since n….. got killed over 8-ball jackets

And Reebok Pumps that didn’t do shit for the sneaker

I’m a heatseaker with features

That’ll reach through the speaker

And murder counter-revolutionaries personally

I’m bikin’ uphill and it’s burnin’ my quads

I’m bikin’ downhill and it sound like a fishin’ rod

You don’t like the way I flow? “She needs more emotion” no

I’ll give you emotion, it’s you, holding your broken nose

I’ll leave you comatose with a pound of Colombian snow

At your side so when the cops arrive, they’ll just say you overdosed

I’m flyin’ high on a rocket in the sky

Milk is chillin, Giz is chillin

What more can I say? Top billin’

Guess who

The illest MC in the atmosphere

Yeah the Soul Controller

Who roam the frontier like a Buffalo Soldier

I follow the code of honor like a real man gonna

Never disrespect no women cause I love my momma

I got so much funky shit inside my brain

I couldn’t explain, couldn’t explain

You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain

Now Com could get the penny, but I want my own company

And Com is on a mission not to work for commission

It’s a common market and it’s so much competition

But to me, competition is none

If this was ’88, I would have signed to Ruthless

Nine-four, would’ve had them walking down Death Row

First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do

Voice inside my head told me, “Wet ’em if they test you”

So it’s Raging Waters season

That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless

Everybody hard until it’s only God they seeing

Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy, I don’t believe it

But, I kept your number in my old phone

Got a new chip flip with the roam roam

So it took me a minute to retrieve 7 digits

But I promised I would call you when I got home

But, when I got home I never did

By the time I did, heard that you had a kid

By some nigga in Decatur

Who replied ‘See you later’ when he got the good news

That’s life shit

I used to watch the show “I Dream of Jeannie”

And dreamt about “When will I be large like Whodini?”

But I was messin’ with graffiti on the subway

And getting chased by the cops almost everyday

I knew it had to be a better way see

So I would go to my room, blast RUN DMC

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis

When I was dead broke, man I couldn’t picture this