They think they got it

They think they prophets

They think they AusarsAnd they think they Ausets

More like Osiris

Just like an Isis

Black royalty

White washed just like rice is

Food for thought hard to digest just like spices

Carolina reaper schovillile unit type of crisis

Hot Boy baby like I′m straight up out that nola

Stretching all this money like a nigga doing yoga

Full all of this wisdom I'm a brown skin yoda

A sith dark lord I′m in a blacked out toga

Got my light saber by the will of Allah

I'm like annakin on the dark side I'm killing em all

I got the higher ground

I′m obi won

Mamba state of mind

Yea I′m Kobe son

Can't stop won′t stop

Don't know what that means

Gotta shoot my shot fuck passing the bean

Breath taking flows captain of the asthma team

You thought you thought

You thought you had one

You thought you thought

Now you mad son

Some body and go tell these niggas about me

I′m stirring things up I'm about to get it rowdy

I′m like oh yea

Finally got raps back

Oh yea

Finally got my magic

See that bad bitch

Yea I'm about to go and tap that

Diamonds in my ear look like they about to tap dance

If life is a bitch

Then she giving me a lap dance

Learned my lesson about the strip clubs and wearing black pants

Don't pay it no mind when she said this was my last chance

Betting man word said word is I got a fat chance

Take your chances place your bets and treat it like the lottery

Immaculate conception word made flesh type of prodigy

Jason′s golden fleece from Greece my life is like an odyssey

Feels like a miracle

But it′s really just the prophecy

I'm The Chosen one true and living Jehovah son

Told these wack cats it′s over son

Brazil bossanova son

So far it's thank you for coming through up on my offer

33 years in the flesh it took for me to spit it propper

You thought you thought

You thought you had one

You thought you thought

Now you mad son

Some body and go tell these niggas about me

I′m stirring things up I'm about to get it rowdy