I love the Lord.
But sometimes it's like that I love me more.
I love the peace, and I love the war.
I love the seas, and I love the shore.
No love for no beach, baby that's law.
But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil.
I trick, I fall, run up in raw.
I love her with all my heart.
Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged.
With every flower that I ever took apart.
She said, that she would give me greatness, status, placement.
Above the others, my face with grace covers of the magazines.
Of the hustlers, paper, the likes of which
That I had never seen, her eyes glow green.
With the logo of our dreams, the purpose of our scene.
A obscene obsession for the bling.
She would be my queen, I could be her king, together.
She would make me cool, and we would both rule, forever.
And I would never feel pain.
And never be without pleasure, ever, again.
And if the rain stops, and everything's dry.
She would cry, just so I could drink the tears from her eyes.
She'd teach my how to fly, even cushion my fall.
If my engines ever stall, and I plummet from the sky.
But she would keep me high, and if I ever die.
She would commission my image on her bosom, to him.
Or maybe she'd retire as well.
A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell, and I'll be...The Coolest Nigga.
And so began our reign.
The trinity, her and I can.
No weather man could ever stand where her and I came.
Hella hard, umbrella whatever, put plywood over Pella panes.
And pray to God that the flood subside.
'cause you're gonna need a sub 'til he does reply.
And not one of Jared's, you think it's all arid.
And everything's irie, another supply.
That means another July inside my endless summer.
That was just the eye of the Unger.
Felix, 'cause he is the cleanest amongst the younger.
Outstanding achieving up-and-comers.
The ones that had dead-beat daddies, and well-to-do mamas.
But not well enough to keep 'em from us.
The ones that were, fighting in class, who might not pass.
Rap record pressured to laugh, at a life not fast.
Can you feel it? [echo], that's what I got asked.
Do I love her? [echo], said I don't know.
Streets got my heart, game got my soul.
One time missing sunshine will never hurt your soul.
Quote: To a crying dishonored baby mama
Who's the mama to a daughter that I had fathered from afar.
My new lady gave me a Mercedes and a necklace
With a solid gold key, like the starter of a car.
The opener of a door or two pounds of raw.
You gave me a baby, but what about lately?
Then ha-ha-ha-ha-haw'ed, right up in her face, G.
There's more fish in the sea, I'm on my mission to be, be..the coolest nigga.