I Can Explain

Y'all niggas better not be coming around me with that fugazi no more, you know?
Got that thang for your ass, you know?
(I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna
I'm gonna have to leave you)

Yvette stylin' at Met Gala
Tuna salad from La Scala
Black sweats, swallow a lot of reefer
God, it hard to quit the bottom feeder, lobster eater
When I fast, I see Elijah's features
A million cash for a Nas feature
Nas cheaper, do it for free if you do it for me
52 bar verse if the beat is movin' me
Stumble through customs, coppin' Cubans at the Duty Free
Layin' on the most exquisite beds, still I'm losin' sleep
Next to Jet's Beauty of the Week 1993
Chin grabber, neck choker, in her mouth spitter
Blouse ripper, ass gripper, that dig you out nigga
I ain't gon' hold you, old head gave me old news

(I'm gonna have to leave you
Said I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna
I'm gonna have to
I'm gonna have to leave you)