so low key i never been to a single trial,
and um too live for tv, so you keep change’n your dial
so many haters, i tell’m get in to single file,
i move like a tri-athlon, never yards or foots but pure miles.
feet never constipated, i move like several biles,
and sever anyone in my path like crocodiles in the nile,
need my money to fall like leaves, autumn style, big piles.
for the right amount or revenge i will go tarzan wild.
the jane or liqour never get me hype, but always keep me mild.
like kelly, mitchelle, and b, i was knew i was destiny’s child,[(no homo)]
destined to be great, just give me a little while…
i will expand, the “was” great a break down like brittle nails filed,
and wear down gradually like grout between those lil square tiles.
i’ll be ball’n so much, they wont be able to check me so they foul.
but can’t creep up on a shadow, um nocturnal like an owl.
so humble even if i was the richest man i wouldn’t look down on my fans like Yao.