Confidence & swagger: Page 7

One day I realized that I’m not living anybody else’s life but mine. I feel like people try to live other people’s lives or worry about what other people think about their life. That’s not the way to live at all.

I don't care about what nobody say or how nobody feel. I'm happy, I'm living my life, and that's what it is.

Stop wastin' your money on marketing schemes

And pretty packages pushin' dreams to the fiends

A dope MC is a dope MC

With or without a record deal, all can see

Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop

Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll

I'm so London, I'm so south

Food in the ends like there ain't no drought

Ever since the womb, I've been a tycoon

It's gon' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm reppin'

Tell my niggas quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second

Never disrespected plus I'm well connected

With this coke that I imported, just important as your President

Car so clean I make the bitch take of her shoes

Drippin' water, nothing monkey on my jewels

Mask on (Mask off), fuck it, mask off (Ma—, excuse me?)

I'm so fly I need a co-pilot

Need a ride but with low mileage

And all my girls be holding in the back, no wallet

It's a great feeling to not box yourself into anyone’s limitations or ideas or judgments.

The number one draft, I'm New York's pick

And I don't lose like them dudes, on the New York Knicks

The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three

Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me

I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B

Prevail through Hell, so Satan get ye behind me

The West Coast never fell off—I was 'sleep in Compton

Well, it's Bun B, bitch, and I'm the king of movin' chickens

Not them finger-lickings, stickin' niggas that be trickin'

I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme

Focused on every word and line

Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime

I was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm

But tell me, where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper?

We're not promoting violence, we're just havin' some fun

He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One

She think she bad but I'm better, huh

Yeah, uh, a fresh cool young Lu'

Tryna cash his microphone check, two-one-two

Wanna believe my own hype, but it's too untrue

For a lot of people in my crowd, we're looked at like outsiders or weirdos or crazy people because of our ideas. And then you go through life and figure out you're not so weird

If ye ain't got it then you bragging, that's automatic

You dealin' with a few true villains who stand inside of the booth, truth-spillin'

And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings come flyin' up out of our mouths, now rewind it

I’m excited for the future of the label, because I am the future of the label.

"Now, let me make one thing clear

I don't need to ride yours, I got mine right here"

'Til I'm topplin' from the top, I'm not gonna stop

I win, more disciplined than a Shaolin monk (Woo)

I'm the apex

I made the culture, what up, twin?

Let 'em talk, let 'em hate, watch the Lincoln Navigate

How you loving my Southern slang?

Ooh, eee, walla-walla-bing-bang

Never met a motherfucker fresh like me (Yeah)

All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me (Uh)

Whip out a .45-caliber pen and begin

A funky message from beginning to end

I’ve always been able to bet on myself, and whatever I do and wherever I go, I know I have my talent with me.

I eat the whole pie and leave nothing but the crust

So you can feel what it's like with instinct, but no guts

Took the G out your waffle, all you got left is your ego

Sometimes you do have to bank on yourself.

Don't you try to downplay my name (Name)

You're "and others" if I crash this plane (Plane)

Hated recess, I don't play no games

Bottom line, my world, my way, any questions? (Yeah, yeah, they wanna know)

I only roll with originators

Chicks stick to my dick like magnets on refrigerators

People told me slow my roll, I'm screamin' out, "Fuck that"

I'ma do just what I want, lookin' ahead, no turnin' back

Checkin' your reflection and tellin' your best friend

Like, "Girl, I think my butt gettin' big!" (Oh)

Y'all can't fuck with me (Me)

Chain around my neck same color as pee (Pee)

The Funkadelic, been rockin' mics since the fourth grade

I Terminate like X and I Terminate like Schwarzeneg'

I'm the new hip-hop Madonna, I'm the trap Grace Jones

I don't know what type of motherfuckin' crack they on

I'm like Carrie Bradshaw with a back brace on

I been carrying you bitches now for way too long

Don't allow anybody to project any stereotypes on you that tell you that you can't be here, that you're too dark, or that you're not smart enough, or that you're too dramatic, or you're too loud. You are exactly who you need to be.

You wacker than the motherfucker you bit yo' style from

You ain't gon' sell two copies if you press a double album

Okay

I always got a grip, I never slip, I never panic

Got my Rolex set Pacific, while I fly through the Atlantic

I'm living my life cause that's what I do best

These girls on my bank wanna show me interest

Aye, look pounds or pennies

I don't scrounge off any, I'm fly I am not an insect

Already woke, spared a joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke

Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke

Hey! I'm lookin' down on you niggas

Even though I'm 5'8″ and 195 pound on you niggas

All with no high, I do it so fly

Banksy's attack helicopter with the bow tie

Yo, microphone check one, two, what is this?

The five foot assassin with the roughneck business

Why put you in a verse when I can put you in a coroner van?

Ever since three, I cut throats of emcees

Mediocre lyricist who burnt with degrees

I run the town like Roc Nation, no exaggeration

Bet I rise like Lazarus, use your imagination

Flyest bitch up in the room, I need a cockpit (Need a cockpit)

I need some PETA for this pussy, they want the croc' print (Want the croc' print)

I am the future of black America.

A lot of y'all Hollywood, drama, casted

Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it