[Verse] Let me spark somethin to talk something Ay big moons hold up You stupid stupid stupid motherf**ers How you gon' count me of the game I done broke records so recklessly with effortless ease That the coach, owners, cheerleader, nosebleed seaters And both teams told me I should wardrobe with the clothes Of all 124 referees all season and off season You best believe I earned my stripes Though I'm constantly searching for this inner peace But this inner beast of my inner being is been used and abused By this bougie-a** music industry full of overlooking, overpaid Over-wave ridin', hate-mongering, sorta kinda hate the president online But don't do a thing about it, overly overdosing on anesthesia fiends Yeah I got three shots for every one of your pseudo-think pieces with three z's like pshew pshew pshew Keep sleeping, I ain't gonna holler for your admiration I'm just gonna get my black a** in this booth, cut loose so I can buy papaya juice for my beautiful black baby And I love you Zyla, but if this game k**s your father Know we started off as a pa**enger, put some pa**ion in it And some non-pa**ive aggressiveness and got the status of a motherf**in rider Just know you went from holding a Jordan aqua in the locker room to videos in Boston with Anglo-Saxon Lady Gaga in his palm And ain't no rhymer got close to that shawty Just know he toured the world with Ross and gave him his first platinum plaque that he ain't even had to adlib, rap or even talk on Nah this Folarin with the art of sad song that TT wrote and bad girl RiRi But we call Robyn hopped on and put your father on a hota** tour And her and Auntie Mil bought you a million diapers So with this mic and your stomach for every bowel that you shift, I vow that's another instrumental to copy you with the caca You know Chocolate City, I put on for Know I had 44 chats and 44 daps and a gla** of yac with the 44th commander-in-chief And more than happy to preach to you that that warrior was black Open the state of the union with the same state of mind as the day I did the go-go thing of mine in the go-hard days when I flow [?] I done said "f** the industry" so many times that if it had walls A 60 foot long whatchamacallit, can never find it stick it with or without a condom, I got it I done said "f** the industry" so many times that 999 billion nymphomaniacs were turned away from that, tempted but too tired to try that trash-a** vagina Maybe I was the villain the whole time Maybe I was just He-man in my mind, but Heath Ledger with green dreads in his prime You all small-minded, dick-gliding, culture vampires that post the most about n***as that can't rhyme cause y'all just tryin' to stay with the times I see y'all Or maybe I, maybe I go bad on some of you n***as, huh? How bout that? I go bad on some of you n***as, huh? Like how "[bleep] is fake" and how "[bleep] is fake" and how "[bleep] is in the closet", but that's not my business or y'all's Anyway, maybe I mind my business and try counting my blessings While I watch these discount n***as buy their way in with their lay-away effort And lay waste to the very game I did my best in Battling my label One way too aggressive nemesis, and these never-ending spells with bipolar depression all, the while progressing Maybe I mind my business and count my blessings Be a living testament, a walking embodiment for Everybody that's been endlessly tested And maybe resent the sentiment that they rarely respected Maybe I mind my business and count my blessings Everyday is groundhog's day So what you say I anticipate, cause I heard it forever and ever and ever Ain't no way in hell the devil gon' stop my endeavors, yes Forever underrated 'til Undertaker makes his presence And as we know, the utmost praise for those who cannot feel it The decadent bouquets that set the stage are actually for those that are still with us My n***a, the corpse can't smell it he's over there cool chillin So maybe I mind my business and provide for my Zyla, her mama and my n***as And one day buy a house for Big I, Emilola, Roberto, Diane and Jordan So they can enjoy the journey I've endured that'll probably k** me I mind my business I mind my business n***a mind your business And in this dark time, if we don't find a reason to smile We ain't never gon' shine n***a So Shine n***a My n***as In due time I get right withcha Olu