This verse was sitting on the shelf for 10 years, wasn't even on LT2, make you wonder how much more heat is stashed away.
My instincts guide me through this Kurtis Blow culture
Good angel, bad angel sitting on both shoulders
One be trying to gas me, manipulate me, tempt me
Make me have no soul, so I like to take a tally
All the favor of the days when the paper wasn't major
But love was abundant
Before the God got the "God's Son" upon the stomach
Let these nikkas know it was a feeling I would get
From music that they would come with
Hate start with H cause the H come after a G
They won't say it face to face, they say it after I leave
After the first night at my place, she asked for the keys
It's my season, Garden of Eden, we Adam and Eve
Now we're naked in savage hedonism from a lack of belief
I ain't a pastor, pass the Lafite
We ain't in no relationship, but do relationship things
No ring, but she slide through when I ring
Ha, let's put success to the side
I'd still be this fly if I worked at Popeyes
That's a whole lotta spinach, whole game full of gimmicks
Make a fool out of yourself for a post on Akademiks
We are not the same, I am a alien
Hovering over your city, shutting down all the stadiums
Wiping out everything in my radius
Don't play with us, y'all ain't made enough