Time and time I drop line for line But only time will tell If I ever go Columbine And cop 30 nines and cock back and kill See the truth is They wanna know how close me and Dre and Snoop is Or how the shoe fits when they choose this to beat 2Pac But truth I give two shits 'bout Expectations or critics hating Shit, I just put moms on vacation Bitch you never know my new location, it's across nations Court cases get thrown out So tell the motherfucking King dethrone now I am ruler, I am highness The Prince Zamunda I am the shit like what the prune does Black on black tint like Kinta Kunta Black is back bitch I'm kin to coup de Black on black crime resent the shooter Blat, blat, blat, I intend to mute you Racks on racks, I don't rap on tracks Without my A-game so please don't ask Me about no pressure Bitch with the grip of my fingertip I can hold this coast together