[Verse 1]
I'm nothing like a saint man
Definetly not a saints fan
Cowboys nation but
I gotta be frank man
It's a turtle race and i need all the franklin's
Aware I'm a hare so I'm first in the rankings
Ain't break a sweat boy I ain't even panting
Deposits so big that the bank gone thank me
No more self restraint
I'm putting n***as in they place
And my flow so hot as hell hope these n***as dehydrate
This n***a swear he got a buzz but its more like a vibrate
n***as that ain't f** with me be all up in my face
Anne Mae a** n***as they just want some of my cake
They hate I'm something like a prophet
They ain't prophets at all
n***as only f** with you when its profitable
Paul and Silas flow Al behind all of his bars
n***as talk down on how i be living
Going against moms traditions
But when I'm up spitting
Y'all n***as the first to listen
Had to realize all my talents was god given
So how I'm supposed to deprive anything god's given
Flow so commanding you can call my raps gods writtens
God brought me cross Jordan so I don't need Pippen
You see A
But I see B
The way you want beef
And i just want cheese
Yea yo' eyes open but you still don't see
All the beauty that be
Like the birds and the bees
And now the image more vivid and its all thanks to this tree
But I'm not talking the same one that f**ed up Adam and Eve
And now the apples ain't Eden man and its all thanks to Steve
And that's a hell of a job I don't care what you believe