[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