They ask me how I do it
It's not my decision
its my duty to keep improving
off of what is god given
I got a lot of ambition
I just mark out the distance
skip the roadblocks on the path
and dont ask for permission
cuz "party and Bullshit"
is that throwback jam,
I want my flowers and roses
before I kick that can in
and what my power imposes
is to stick the landing
the hours are closing
to hit what Im planning
a weak link might break your anchor
and send u adrift
thats a tale as old as time
hiram abiff
it may seem sacriligous
but im not tryin to smash "Bitches"
thatjust screams indignant
I'd rather build a kinship with a princess
that can run her own business
lets kick the ballistics
like an act of attrition
I'd rather ripen to something sweet
than to rot in perdition
stocks risen
the plot thickens
stones hiding in them hands
bet those shots hittin
you supposed to be happy we made it
not jealous and petty
gave you the shirt off my back
and didnt ask for a penny
how do you react?
anything but friendly
got callouses on my hands
and my feelings are empty