It's the modern paid Morris Day grinding greatest flow on wax, so ask your girl and your Mama I get paid to show my a**, ama**ed my self a little bit of fame, my name gets to ringing bells, they say I'm a pariah in the iris where the kingdom dwells, my hell is like a single cell, incarceration of the mind, time is of the essence until it all just started wasting by, take success in minor steps followed by a major stride, haters on their toes with the hopes that my reign subsides, well I'm alive flesh and blood of a king perhaps, after each collapse I jump back inside the ring unmatched, purple haze and purple rain technicolor hues of gold, every dream inspires me I jot my thoughts on music notes, I soothe the soul be patient don't lose control, in every fold of the city they with me I'm crooners gold, got the mold of a legend reflection is bruised and cold, so just know I'm under pressure confession and truth be told, look
I'm a living legend, sipping sprite and seagrams seven heaven knows I tried to tell em but they just don't get the message I'm a boss I'm a king I'm a product of the streets, I'm a household name I'm a legend on the beats, look