Ye look

I'm number one
Never under you
Need my paper by dinner
Think I'm wanted by the dark forces
But my soul got that coverin'
She sing to herself
I think she smell those roses
What's in the music?
Well let me humble myself
Anything they taught me, the outcome be all just shortcomings
That's why if a dog gotta eat, you better run it!
But if the dogs ain't on the street, they must be huntin'
Treehouse skyscraper
Never knew fake money was business
What is this, if not something to wipe my ass with
Classic, I'm classic, like a slave master, Cadillac crack hits the soul
Oh you know, you know
Not all that glitter be gold, you know
And not all them I preach, we see God, you know
It's easy God, free me from these cities, God
I'm paralyzed and feastin',
These dirty industries got me fucked up
I could point it out, live stream it to eight billion people
Still they'd look over yah shoulders, cause they gettin' older
Gettin' older true
We all gettin' older true
But I'm number one and I got a quota
Like piggy piggy, stop watchin' in yo' white vans
Piggy piggy, stop flexin' in yo' white vans
I'm number one, never number two
I'm like the one, with the One
I love my sons, fathers and they forefathers
And all them that gone too soon
I'm number one, never number two