They're like "I don't understand why you f**ing with that Porsche, n***a? She don't f** around, why you f**ing with that who*e?" I'm like "That's my b**h" They're like "n***a, you don't own her She belong to the game, along with the fame" I'm like "The Porsche ain't just a Porsche, it's life or d**h It's the mistake that's made that separates failure and success But you don't get it If I don't get them suicides, I'll be suicidal So this sh** here is do or die It's symbolic Chasing perfection, being complacent, wanting progession Just call my Porsche Madonna Waiting on my Madonna..." She told me "Come here to the edge" I said "I can't, I'm afraid" She told me "Come here to the edge" I said "I can't, I'll fall" She told me "Come here to the edge" So I went I was afraid But when I came She push me off the edge And I flew... I'm hoping that the sky might fall to crush me Along with my many flaws But that's just a metaphor sh** got me feeling like if the world ends, I'll be ready for it And I'm hoping that the gravity will carry me aloft before it buries me But if it ever falls, I'll be ready for it all