My job was to come now
Black America to Africa
And if God is with me, you will be [?] to leave me alone
Streets is talkin' mostly out they neck
Thanks Stephen Hawking, to send a HBO show dope and leave the gossip
Girls want me for the mugshot
Feds want me on a drug stop
Passport trippin' like Jimi Hendrix in Woodstock
I'm an African intelectual, go peep my TED talk
You start connectin' the dots, they gon' hit you with that red dot
Lookin' , lookin' , lookin' Martin
When you unifyin' shooters, then your ass become a target
It's funny, twelve come for me, it's everywherе
But I get elevеn years of a prison sentence they never care
I pop a willy, they want me Meek Mill'd
I been sober for a year, I'm doin' millies off a weed deal