2 A.M. iN SiCiLY
Step up in this bitch, I'm feeling like the man (Yeah, yeah)
No I do not wanna dance
We can't conversate if you ain't talking bands
No I don't respect you, there is not a chance
We can make eye contact, we ain't shaking hands
Fuck up out my face, bitch
Looking like an A-list
Fuck your list, you average
We ain't on the same list
(We ain't on the same list, we on different pages)
Bitch I'm feeling like myself again
Don't know the fuck I ever went
I'm the best, it's evident
I got all the evidence
Look at my discography
I know they be watching me
Angels all on top of me
Sometimes it get hard to breathe
Halo on, no stopping me
Feeling like a prophecy
Bitch I am a prophet, wait
I need all the profit, wait
I can't let it go to waste
Fuck is up with all the hate?