| Uh-oh, here come the law |
| I’m off Bailey’s and cream and Tycoon cognac with a straw |
| Hella whiskey, been tipsy since 8 a. m |
| Shoulda had my mackin' ass at the gym |
| It’s ill out here, hot toddy |
| Unfit parents, unhealty air quality |
| The demons is lurkin', they catchin' bodies |
| Puttin' they loved ones in danger, daddies and mommies |
| Their children, they siblings, and they relatives |
| At the funeral, the deacon say it’s selfishness |
| On my side of the globe since birth |
| All the funerals be at Old Path Church |
| When the choir get to singing, it hurts |
| When the missionary shout, it’s worse |
| It’s three sides to every story, I got proof |
| It’s mine, it’s yours and truth (Bitch) |
| Aye, aye, aye, aye (Aye) |
| Aye, aye, aye, aye (Aye) |
| Aye, aye, aye, aye (Do you hear me?) |
| Aye, aye, aye, aye (Aye) |
| Aye, aye, aye, aye (Aye) |
| Aye, aye, aye, aye (Are you listening?) |
| See that broad right there? She don’t care |
| I told her I’m married, she tryna take it there |
| She wanna sit on my lap like it’s a chair |
| She said, «Put it in the air where it’s fair» |
| I ain’t got time for no wenches, I’m all up on her |
| Nickname her Spirits Airline 'cause she got miles on her |
| Vernacular, mack game adominable |
| Got Indian in my blood — Geronimo |
| I stay chiefin' like talk or mannish behavin' |
| Far from a sucka by any stretch of a imagination |
| I stay out the politics, out the way |
| And let the chips fall where they lay |
| I smile a lot now but I used to mug |
| Now it’s sold-out shows, Ticketmaster and StubHub |
| Major sporting events, I love sports |
| The biggest deal I ever made was on a golf course (Bitch) |
| Aye, aye, aye, aye (Aye) |
| Aye, aye, aye, aye (Aye) |
| Aye, aye, aye, aye (Do you hear me?) |
| Aye, aye, aye, aye (Aye) |
| Aye, aye, aye, aye (Aye) |
| Aye, aye, aye, aye (Are you listening?) |