FUCK THIS ALBUM

I've been on my tippy toes Playing my part in this game all quiet like a playground I'm about to switch lane, switch game Play monopoly, buy every street in your town I ain't shy but this illing noise's colder than the motherfucking streets Of motherfucking Chi-town Yeah I'm about to showdown Bluff y'all suckas then ask "Who's runnin' this shit now?" Dunno Let me hear the drum roll Selling my soul Is the only way I've done dough Want more Yeah homie always wants more Foie gras Stuff it in me Switch to god mode Duck duck goose But I'll never fucking run though Taking' my time I'm moving at my tempo Even at my slowest y'all couldn't keep up Had a gun ready, full cocked, loaded at your temple I'm god and homie only god knows I find my peace in world tours Downtown New York Last floor, penthouse view Still thinking I still want more Oh y'all want more? 20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by week four You called it week though Your boos mean shit I've seen what y'all suckers cheer for So I f*ck this album F*ck this album Yeah yeah So I f*ck this album F*ck this album Yeah yeah So I f*ck this album F*ck this album Yeah yeah F*ck this album So I f*ck this album F*ck this album This the last supper Everybody gather 'round I got Shiraz wine, hummus, kebab layin' around Most of y'all Judas But I still keep you 'round You a reminder of what I don't wanna be as a man It's getting late I should head back, finish this album So you can all tell me everything I did wrong How the mix could've been better How the lyrics were harsh How it was too experimental for your delicate hearts I said it's getting late Need to work on this album Y'all needed rest, well I did it without some Y'all needed help, well I did it without one Y'all needed sex, well I did it with y'all moms By any means possible, big X like Malcolm By any means possible, with vests and Magnums By any means possible, no thanks or welcomes By any means possible By any means possible So if this album's my pedestal And y'all can still see above it Then it wasn't my pen involved Hand no shake, pen is still Don't talk about pedigree Y'all pedestrians Walking 'round my prodigies Harvey Specter How I bended rules And still got my law degree Art director Everything you see is me From the cover to the choice of the melody You don't like it? F*ck's that gotta do with me? F*ck's this album to me? Just a brick in my legacy But a mountain for you to climb So f*ck you for ever doubting me