Never sold white, but you can't tell I wasn't water whippin'.

Never sold white, but you can't tell I wasn't water whippin'. Look at the whip that I step in. Get a peep at the bad bitch undressin' for the king. Neck, wrist, pinky on bling. Bank account statements say I'm winnin'. Investments keep me grinnin'. Say cheese while I scribble in my loose leaf, Inhale herbal, enjoy the breeze. It's M.E., mister, you know I do this with ease. What the fuck can the opps do to me? Nothin', please. Ride in your lane or get flocked for it. The flow state you hear now—I did a lot for it. Try to come between me and mine, probably get popped for it. I set goals and stayed the course, now here comes the hate, of course. So when I @ you, I show no remorse. Bruce Leroy with the glow. Jeezy in Evisu, 2004. Lines be lethal—I would Sun Tzu ya, Split your medulla, Yakuza ya, Then skirt off on a Suzuki Hayabusa. Samurai, Yoshimitsu. Spin the block—if you get lucky, then it's kamikaze. Kamehameha if you see that comin'. Look up to the heavens, say a prayer. There you gon' get laid—I swear. Why you think you can beat me? Stop actin' weird. In a battle or fist cuffs, I'd fuck him up. It's not even fair. Cosplay rappers, beware. This ain't what you want—I'm rare, Like a tree in the observable universe... think about it. You could get a feature from Goku and the Zohan—it still won't work... think about it. I was possessed with these skills at birth... you better think about it. Still got phones. If I call 'em, sprinter vans pull up. Men hop out, actin' rowdy. Return aggression? Don't even think about it. You can tell who's built for this and who's just talkin' 'bout it. I earned every stripe, every scar, every dollar—think about it. They imitate the image, but they can't duplicate the spirit... think about it. M.E.—every verse a reminder why they gotta think about him