Chorus It's how I feel, for you. The fields are green and it's all for you. 1st Niggas got they eyes on me like big Ben. Jurassic, a classic, like big bang. I don't gang bang but I break banks, like Tyra Banks' fragrance. Don't test my patience, or they'll speak of you in past tense. I want a chick with dyed hair like Marilyn Monroe. No competition, no recognition I'm here to play my role. Coming up on my own, feds they tapping up my phone. They'll never leave me alone. They wanna capture my soul. Still protecting my zone, catch a summer body I'm cold. No rich Nigga I'm broke. got happiness like coke. Reconnecting my soul. I'm a sharp shooter they know. Everywhere that I go. Got a nine with me They know.