(Oooh, and I like -) how she climbing, and how she grab that crimp - all of that personality, and a fat ass? Shit, don’t mean to be offensive but she’s a bad-ass…woman. (Oooh, and I like -) Conversation with you, we contemplating the truth, but not debating the proof, old souls, but I swear we consummate like we youths, baby ain’t that the truth? I ain’t ever need a sympathy date, cause if you with me, know that shit’ll be great, stimulating your brain, give a lady some brain, your nigga’s game is lame, you know he can’t make you rain! I make you precipitate, ain’t no sense to be fake - they all refuse to be great, that’s why I choose to escape, that’s my excuse to be late, Rome wasn’t in built a day… filling up coliseums over the shit that I say, building up mausoleums out of the niggas I slay, bury bodies in the backyard, put that shit upon my black card, while these other niggas act hard, we’ll be mapping our plans… pin a ticket to the blackboard as we travel to France, learn a little bit of patois in the back in the plane, steady packing my lane, positivity reigns - ain’t gotta complain, talk about all our dreams, talk about everything in it - stay winning, when I’m in it - hold up, wait a minute… (And you can tell everybody) I’m the man with the plan - goddamn, rappers are in need of a few shocks - I’m Shazam, coming out of these niggas’ boom box like Kazaam, I wanna be your man and hold hands on the lam, we running from Uncle Sam – yes, ma’am! ‘Cause this is America and I am a black man, so they think I’m a terrorist and I want to pack grams, really think they be scaring us! Thought it was gone, it was gone, it was gone, it was go-one, gone… I thought it was gone, it was go-one, some summers long ago… (1, 2, 3 - get it!) (Oooh, and I like -) How your hair ain’t always did, how you were always honest and up front about your shit - your mission wasn’t to make me fall in love, but you did, and I’m with it, girl… (Oooh, and I like -) shorty know that she the shit - honestly, I’m just hoping that she hearing what I spit - that’s automatic, but I wanna know, can you drive a stick? You can get it, girl!