I made it Through

Use a haymaker on a naysayer Bink, like, See ya later

Major seventh blow the sax, snow No, no vuvuzela Uh

Get different color ink in my pen, ooh, new paper

Rude, dude, favor, who behavior? my boo, my baby Yeah

Exposing opposers, I'm opposing, push over posers

Put 'em in a choke, chicken over or over a pullover"Pull over, he must be drunk" what they thinkin, bruh? They are

Miss Universe, a galaxy she thinkin' of without us, I pipe up Yeah

Maestro, a measured flow like fluid ounces, we pull out We pull out

Pistol beads like rosaries, clutching 'cause they see the bow Just chill out

I still remember dodging strays in the night days

Grapes I spritz had got me queasy, green in the tree, the peas