What More Can I Say

There's never been a **** this good for this long

This hood or this pop, this hot or this strong

With so many different flows, this one's for this song

The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up

These fucks, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy

They don't paint pictures, they just trace me

You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked they whole style from

Then try to reverse the outcome

I'm like, ta, I'm not a biter, I'm a writer for myself and others

I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin' up my brother

Biggin' up my borough, I'm big enough to do it

I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish

So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out

It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth

I'm in new sneakers, dual-seaters, few divas

What more can I tell you? Let me spell it for you

W-I-double L-I-E

Nobody trued than HOV

And I'm back from more, New York's ambassador

Prime Minister back to finish my business up

What more can I say?

What more can I do?

I gave this up to you

I know this much is true, true, my love

What more can I say to you? You heard it all (See what I see)

You already know what I'm about, flyin' birds down south

Movin' wet off the step, purple rain in a drought

Stuntin' on hoes, brushin' of my shirt

But ain't nothing on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name

Young H-O, pitch the yay faithful

Even if they patrol, I make payroll

Benz paid for, friends they roll

Private jets down to Turks and Caicos

Cris' caseloads, I don't give a shit

****, one life to live, I can't let a day go

By without me bein' fly, fresh to death

Head to toe till the day I rest

And I don't wear jerseys, I'm 30 plus

Give me a crisp pair of jeans, ****, button-ups

S Dots on my feet make my cipher complete

What more can I say? Guru, play the beat

(Look at my life, look at my life) We gon' let this ride into the hook

I'ma snap my fingers on this one (See what I see)

What more can I say to you? Get my grown man on

Let's go (What more can I say?)

Now you know your ass is Willie when they got you in the mag

For like half a billy and your ass aint' lily, white

That mean that shit you write must be illy

Either that or your flow is silly, it's both

I don't mean to boast, but damn, if I don't brag

Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass

The Martha Stewart that's far from Jewish

Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it

And no, I'm not through with it

In fact, I'm just previewin' it

This ain't the show, I'm just EQ-in' it

One, two, and I won't stop abusin' it

To groupie girls, stop false accusin' it

Back to the music, the Maybach roof is translucent

**** got a problem, Houston

What up, B, they can't shut up me

(Look at my life, look at my life)

Shut down I, not even PE, I'ma ride

God forgive me for my brash delivery

(See what I see)

But I remember vividly what these streets did to me

So picture me lettin' these clowns nitpick at me

Paint me like a pickany

I will literally kiss TT in the forehead

Tell her, please forgive me then squeeze until your forehead

I'm not the one to score points off, in fact

I got a joint that'll knock your points off

Young Hova the god, ****, blast for me

I'm at the Trump International, ask for me

I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere, you aint' never there

And, ****, why would I ever care?

Pound for pound, I'm the best to ever come around here

Excludin' nobody, look what I embody

The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street

A CEO's mind, that marketing plan was me

And no, I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times

Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines

And I ain't animated like say, a Busta Rhymes

(Look at my life, look at my life)

But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines

Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times

Times that by my influence on pop culture

I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list

We'll see what happens when I no longer exist

Fuck this, man

What more can I say?