4th quarter

i look up

straight up

i gave 'em time

time

time

now it's back to me nigga

i took my clique turned it to faculty nigga

took my operation to factory nigga

when i'm in the zone they won't tackle me nigga

i touched down in the city

a fuckin' walkin' target

still man all my bitches miss me

yeah they miss me but not misses

if you ask me what my interest

all my interest involve interest

it ain't nothing to cut that bitch off but you can't cut my percentage

with the bases loaded all we need's a hit

boy i'ma still swing for the fences

i guess you tend to overdo it when you come up underprivileged

look

i came to my senses

i can never count on people

i can't even trust the senses in this world full of venom

all i need's my spider senses

my short temper to cool out

yeah sometimes i need woosah

time to get paid by the goo-ghaas

my office on top of that rooftop

for my mama myra anderson

tell me who gon' be set for life

myra and her son

fo' sure

one time for the fam

they don't eat

i don't eat

i can't rest on my feet 'til they all on they feet

they say rest your eyes

i'm just like why?

bitch i ain't never seen ben franklin sleep

but i do need that paper like sheet after sheet

i got so much drive ho

look both ways in the streets

when i heard 'bout all these singers and all they naked pictures i'm like did my email just leak?"