i'm fading into oblivion
i've gatta find ma face
gatta get 2 ma station 
n stick ma head deep in the game
'tis like i lost eall elation
can't fink o' losin' ma place
gatta use ma gud sense of direction
lest i risk driftin' into space

can't bliv i feel deserted
like ma time machine beeen reseted
like ma life's schedule's been disconcerted
n ma happy plug's been disconnected

now i gatta fix ma rules
u mite nat wanna get too cozy
aint no mo' listenin' 2 old blues
dun' wanna be named a ol' nannie (haha)
i really gatta get get to workin'
dun wanna take up the rear
cuz den ma haterz gon be a-smirkin'
sayin' ''hey u gat a smudge on u derriere" (say what??!)

i'ma leave dem citties n go up 2 da mountains
wer dere aint no ACs n no automated fountains
i'ma fast n pray like Jesus in the desert
n hope i dun get haterz like the pharisees n dem scribblers

Now i gatta bounce ma pple
gatta get ma thing on
cuz lil' falcon is for rizzle
n she'z sharper than the rosebush thorn
dun u try 2 mess or fake with dis gizzle
cuz i'ma lace u up in granny's stays
den i'ma brand u till u sizzle
so that u neva 4get ma name.
 
now y'all joz remember
i be puttin ma pieces 2geda
if any of y'all haters tryna put dem asunder
dem i'ma call on ma rebounder
joz a lil statement be4 i take ma leave
''mess with da best, down wit' da rest" is ma life's binder
so dun any o' y'all try ta get all up in grill
or i'ma give u ya eyeballs in a gold platter.

 y'all kno' i gat da A-game
'tis falcon in da house
i'ma keep rollin' ma lil' partay
 pro'lly till i meet ma spouse.
(that's a long wayyyyyyy offfff!!! lol)

peace 2 y'all homies.