[Produced by No I.D.]
[Hook]
[Verse 1]
Peace to the Five Percenters
On-line engine inventors
Shout to them n***as
Family men, bringing home dinners
Watch out for desperate lonely women
Hurt your happy home
Miserable and alone
Kissable, nice to bone
She not the type deserving of a throne
Her beauty is her curse
She f** for shoes and a purse
Make me a movie first
Can watch you on my phone
I shop in Barcelona
I spend some nights in Rome
Feel like a Knight from England
That's what I named my son, Knight
He was born to be one
That's how my game was won
White 740 Beamer
Licked by an angel's tongue
I'm living dangerous son
She got a man, a famous one
Honey be pocket watching
She got a lot of options
Hard to make up her mind deciding which baller to rock with
Hot to d**h, slim pickings but I'm not impressed
She got the hottest s**
So I guess I'mma just stay
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Even though I don't like you
Next Friday night can't wait to fight you
Locked up I would knife you
Don't f** with you
Last month I even bucked at you, you got locked
I felt bad, wait do I got love for you
I might k** you but do I got love for you
I want you dead under six feet of soil
At the same time
Want you here to witness me while you in misery
We hate each other but it's love
What a thug mystery
Years ago they ate the hearts of a slain enemy
We enemies but your hatred could never enter me
Some seek fame cause they need validation
Some say hating is confused admiration
Spotlight on me
I still look twenty
Still get money, lady k**er
Pushing a Bentley
Maybe n***as could see too much of they failures through a n***a who realer
I don't like you near bruh, but I need you to stay