Say less
Life a game but it ain't chess, it's more f*cked up
Checked Twitter, left more f*cked up
I turned the phone off I was too in touch
Too many men touch too much, they don't know enough
They ain't grow enough, to show enough love to feel touched without touch
Niggas talk a lot but don't say much
Two years, two books, an album, without much
Don't go out much, tryna find my place in the order
Tryna go up 30 in the first quarter
Home is where the heart is, my shit got no borders
Goddamn you niggas lame!
Attention is the game and I do not pay to play
Keep the book of bars right by the Chardonnay
Can't tell me shit with a green apple aftertaste
High off truth and I saw what's after space
Pray to The One, take me away for a day
I ain't find a way I made a way
RuPaul to these niggas, sashay away, bitch
What am I from? Where do I belong?
Where do I go? F*ck have I gone?
What am I from? Where do I belong?
Where do I go? F*ck have I gone?
F*ck it up I'm in my zone, f*ck it up I'm in my zone
It's here I know I'm home, it's here I know I'm home
F*ck it up I'm in my zone, f*ck it up I'm in my zone
It's here I know I'm home (It's here)
God damn you niggas you lame (Niggas lame)!
I ain't find a way I made a way (Made a way)
What? What? Ay
Z took off on this shit, yeah he made a hit
Z took off on this shit, yeah he made a hit
Z took off on this shit, yeah he made a hit
Yeah he made a hit (Made a hit)