Nobody pray for me, it been a day for me Pray, yeah, yeah Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finessin' on them with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this Parmesan with my accountant lips, in fact, I'm downin' this Duce with my boo-bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I can buy your Westy world with my pay stuff I know that it's good what you say that don't my taste buds I get way too dandy once you let me do the extras Pull up on your block, then break it down, we playin' Tetris A.M. to the B.M., B.M. to the A.M., funk Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate him, funk If I quit your B.M., I still rock Mercedes, funk If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk My left stroke just went viral Right stroke, put lil' baby in a spiral Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note It's levels to it, you and I ain't know, tell him be humble Sit down Lee Humble Sit down Honable Sitdown Lee Humble Sitdown Lee Humble Sitdown Lee Humble Sitdown Lee Humble Sitdown Lee Humble Sitdown Pull that arm thinkin' that he frontin' on lack mam Get the arm off my stage, I'm the sad man Get the arm off my, that ain't right I ain't make a play blowin' up your whole life I'm so, so sick and tired of the Photoshop Show me somethin' natural like I'm paroled with your pride Show me somethin' natural, I wanna feel some stretch marks Still to take you down right on your momma couch and polo sock Ay, this is way too crazy, ay, you do not amaze me, ay I blew cool from AC, ay, Obama just paced me, ay I don't fabricate it, ay, most of y'all be fakin', ay I stay modest bout it, ay, she elaborated, ay This that great Pupan, that A.V. Young, that Ted Talk, ay Watch my soul speak, you let the mist talk, ay If I kill an arm, it won't be the alcohol, ay I'm the realest arm after all, tell him be humble Sit down Lee Humble Sitdown Lee Humble Tell him sit down Lee Humble Sitdown Lee Humble Sitdown Lee Humble Sitdown Lee Humble Sitdown Lee Humble Sitdown