And we don't stress A .38 'til it free your chest Then PP on the PO's desk I'm Jay Z in a blow out press Relate me to your blowout's best Can't heat me, I'm remote you're deaf I'm HD 'causin' photo theft My AC antifreeze got a (that part) Hold your breath, I'm 8 feet when I hold this TEC Protect me from the local threats My ID say my eye don't rest My IV qualify T-rex And society kept my IQ vexed Deny me from an Ivy school Applyin' me to the street I slept I quietly had to hold this tool Reminding me of the block I repped The turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessed The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef That hearse the flirt with perks of a kill confessed Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed The search and laws and verse of the birth I nest The awe, the curse of a pose in zest The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what's left
[Hook: ScHoolboy Q] Me no conversate with the fake, that part All my bitches independent bitches, that part I just want the paper, that part All my bitches flavored That part, that part, that part, that part