They're like
"I don't understand why you f**ing with that Porsche, n***a?
She don't f** around, why you f**ing with that who*e?"
I'm like
"That's my b**h"
They're like
"n***a, you don't own her
She belong to the game, along with the fame"
I'm like
"The Porsche ain't just a Porsche, it's life or d**h
It's the mistake that's made that separates failure and success
But you don't get it
If I don't get them suicides, I'll be suicidal
So this sh** here is do or die
It's symbolic
Chasing perfection, being complacent, wanting progession
Just call my Porsche Madonna
Waiting on my Madonna..."
She told me
"Come here to the edge"
I said
"I can't, I'm afraid"
She told me
"Come here to the edge"
I said
"I can't, I'll fall"
She told me
"Come here to the edge"
So I went
I was afraid
But when I came
She push me off the edge
And I flew...
I'm hoping that the sky might fall to crush me
Along with my many flaws
But that's just a metaphor
sh** got me feeling like if the world ends, I'll be ready for it
And I'm hoping that the gravity will carry me aloft before it buries me
But if it ever falls, I'll be ready for it all