Don't Stop

Explain yourself, how you sound like me?
The motherfucking skateboard P
Knowing that you're Milo
Playing games like Cee-Lo
In a tight situation like Speedo's
You can have it your way like Carlito
My niggas would be happy to give y'all torpedoes
And have your car twisted like a blunt
For you faggot-ass niggas that like to front
I'm on some BBC bape shit
I'm on some cake shit
In the kitchen with the heat, making beats in my apron
You hating and you want to erase it
Close your eyes when you know you can't take it
My flow interrupts your homeostasis
I Rolls-Royce it on a regular basis
You talk street shit it sound like sweet shit
Straight licorice you niggas sound ticklish
80K large for the Hermes dream
Purple croc in all your magazines
Hunger strike yourself, look like Celine
Dion, me and my niggas like freon
Your bitch's on my pecan
She got an ass you can eat on
Try to play tough like the leather on a Vuitton
I hit it 'til I could seat on
Try to get her freak on
Ask me to R. Kelly ya and get peed on
I said "that ain't me, ma'am"
That 8 behind me still got the burner
Yes, the enzo is still black like Sojourner
Truth, I might have just loosened a tooth
Spitting what I did in the booth
I'm out, poof

Carrera, raised in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle era
Water-bearer tell the truth, I dare ya
Ya lie, so eat this whole bottle of these jalapeño peppers
For terror made in America, too live
Fuck the property or give me my props properly
High off life this high technology, DeVry
I rep Muhammad Ali more like rapology
My policy's not to be dishonestly deprived
So gimme that, gimme that, keep God
Where my city at, I'm like steak and fries but never die
They wanna Ghostface, wanna be me
But they will post-haste follow me into the after-life
That means you going right after I've
But I'm the hero sort of like Jack Sparrow
So some way, some how, I have survived
Ha ha, surprised
Who is he that we see coming over the tides
In a speed boat, boatload of pride
Fall of Rome, dress-shirted and mastermind tie
He what happens when rapping and avant garde fashion collides
OMG it's the C from the CRS LOLing at you haters
Tell your BFFs, like

Yes, Mr. West's turn that new child rebel
Loud as a badass child level
Who need a chorus? We do a tyrannosaurus
Tyrone, it's been a year with no phone
Could you explain how high is your zone?
We'll take the plane, rub his nose in cocaine
There's hoes in magazines you layin' saying you're lame
And for the hate in advance, pull down your pants
Make 'em kiss both cheeks like we living in France
Diamonds blue, his business manager's Jewish
And if I get sued my lawyers Jews
Some girls do grab the cojones
Say "you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra loan us"
Brand new Ferraris, I gotta make the donuts
CRS is like a hip-hop Chris' bonus
Niggas is hating on the internet I couldn't tell
I was too busy rapping, G.O.O.D. as hell
I was too busy flying, parasail
To Colette to get the new shit that Paris sell
Tarantino, Da Vinci, getting Benjies, get half off of Fendi
Half of that's to Cindy's
Hopped out the spaceship, put my Mork in Mindy
Popped too many corks to let you dorks offend me
Props in New York, but Chi-Town's the city
Get my groupie hoochies Gucci, Monica Bellucci's
Are those the real millionnaires or the bendies?
I'm so ultra I'm even over Oprah
But let me check your account, haha, no sir