Lyrics:

Smoking in London while the snow fall
In another country so pardon me for the roll call
Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense
On the first fucking plane to Paris so pardon my french
Shows sold out, fans in line even thought it's cold out
Yeah... Europe getting swiss cheese
Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, bitch please, what up?
Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse
Now let the flow hold up; watch it disperse
Visions of ...looking at me
From the gates of Heaven while the police booking at me
Open your mental while bitches give me brain with no dental
You'll probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumental
Shot out my cousin he know this shit sentimental
Been doing this shit for my dogs, holding down
Me... talkin bout she wanna make up
But on the real, I got no time for cover girls
Music is my main bitch, no time for other girls
Now these thirsty bitches on the dick, we call that...
I used to bus tables until them tables turned
And everything I have is everything I've earned
And everything I rap about is everything I've learned
So hopefully the listener
And they like I've learned from the greats
To do whatever it takes, for Heaven's sakes open your mind
This shit's one of a kind, elegant and refined, irrelevant to the swine
What's the deal?
Whippin through LA in the coupe de Ville, on the real
To various people I do appeal 'cause of skill
So this the type of shit I'm gon keep makin
That make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Rest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers
Never Hollywood, I'm grindin' like a cup of ... bitch I told you
Allow me to open up your mind
within this shit I call the second ...
The system broke and they sent logic in for maintenance
All you rappers couldn't break change to make sense
I'm back again with another argument 'bout how much I'm black again
Fightin for credibility from the lack of blacker skin
It's kind of funny how your determines how people perceive you
That's ignorant
Ain't seen my mommy in a minute
Cause growing up she called me a nigger
That would never amount to nothing
left home because of drama
But I can make it in the rap game...
You ain't been in my shoes you don't know my story
You don't know what's in store but bitch I stocked the inventory
Fuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel
Never once did you feel the pain of my stomach
That manifested from the lack of meals
Headed to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of ...
We try to keep it real
And hell no we ain't never missing
Came a long way from eating when ... gave permission
If you think these lyrics ain't deep you too stupid to listen
Just an ... with a mission to spit to whoever listen
Bitch it's logic