[Verse 1:]
I'm writing my album in Atlanta
Just finished tearing a house down in Tampa

These newscasters saying my dirty laundry filling up hampers
I keep filling up stangers with feelings of satisfaction and anticipation
Like every Laws man, can't keep 'em waiting

But in the meanwhile, I just touched down like a pedophile
Too soon? I think not, this is so much more than hip-hop
This is my big shot, yeah, know this is

I ain't a show business but you better show some...
Spinning lime backwards when the wifey here
And she my hypest critic, I really want her to like my lyrics

I know I might lose if my range isn't broad
But I did it last time, it got me this far
And the past wasn't living to the fullest, life set me free like a bullet

No Cobain, my style is so propane, so I'm going for the Grammy
I'm going for the Pulitzer, might as well throw me the Nobel
I'm still swinging, I ain't hear no bell, I'm so I'll

But I have no patience, waiting is aggravating
I'm trying to have them saying...


[Hook:]
This is like a flashback, this is like a dream
This is like all the things you can take inside a memory

This is like a flashback, this is like a dream
This is like all the things you can take inside a memory
This is like a flashback


[Verse 2:]
I'm writing my memoirs in Cairo by the pyramids

Life like a slideshow, back home, more clowns than a sideshow
I'm trying to do this for my mother like psycho
They ask me if I'm ever quitting on the mic though

I tell 'em yes, then I tell 'em sike, no
Too many people still confusing me with my clones
So until my record spinning like a cyclone

I'm a go with kai flows, no mercy, walking the green mile, no Percy
I'm at my late spot, they trying to irk me
I'm saying this is a celebration, Charlie Murphy

And if you look like you lean, I got a bodyguard that look like Blade
I'm walking past the hate, hating is aggravating
I'm trying to have them saying...


[Hook]


[Verse 3:]
I don't care if I'm keeping it real to you and I
I'm keeping it real to someone so if you digging up my vibe

Then I'm 2Pac, I'm true to me so what more could you want from...
A rapper in this modern age, don't let me be the special one that got away
My flow is crack ^!$$%, fiend, put the rock away

Not one to fold, that is a rule I can not obey
Because I'm hot today, don't care if tomorrow is a blizzard
With thirty inches, I'm chilling 'cause I got my sleigh

I over prepare, I'm putting on a show even if no one is there
Janitor folding up chairs and he bobbing his head
And I'm giving him daps, all I got is my life story and I'm giving him that

I got his hands raising like a pastor praying
I'm trying to have them saying...


[Hook]