I was out of your league, now I'm out of your reach
Presidential Rolex, why you gettin' impeached?
It gotta show through your actions, never the speech
And all my real bitches know, screamin' Charlie Preach
Charlie Preach
But I ain't trippin' to respect what
Gotta be earned for me to give it, let it burn
My tusha ain't no you're forgivin'
All lives from the beginnin' of game
Nobody winnin', so my walls go up
But no doors, nobody livin' here
Tears ain't sheddin', you better off deadin'
It ain't goin' in with kisses and white sweatin's
Cause everything I feel, I done already said it too late
To regret it, I'm gone in 60 seconds
Matter of fact, gone in 30
Coulda did you dirty, but I took one for the team
And cheetah, coldest winter ever
In the summer, motherfucker, turn your heat up
I win where you wanna go
I know the things you wanna know
Some have tried and failed
Cause I'm the one, one, one
Coldest winter in the summer, motherfucker, turn your heat up
I'ma turn my beat up and do me
Through me, you was able to put on for your city
But you got all hot for ditty and forgot you a block boy
You a soldier, was fuckin' with a general
Who wrote that ass back to criminal?
I ain't gon' name names, but that's far from subliminal
Catch me at my pinnacle, you already had you
I gave you 15 minutes, then I added six
That's blackjack, but you ass better than a bitch
So that leaves you with me, Lee
I'm out, so see through, I been, shoulda seen you
Thought you had me, right, nigga, keep who?
On to the next one, I'ma turn my beat up and do me
Silly bitch, you know how we do
You call the savages, but you're just average
Back the bag and all the average chicks
I know where you wanna go
I know the things you wanna know
Some have tried and failed
Cause I'm the one, one, one
No flies on the bitch
Coldest winter in the summer
Runners that do numbers
Rappers that do numbers
It don't mix
Took you from trickin' on back page
To the backstage
You wasn't ready, so I'm back to my back cave
All the accolades and limelight
Not your twist, but you all try to marry a bitch
From Bobby to my Whitney, nigga, you don't fit
And you're flippin' with still tryin' to get me
Every action got a reaction
Went from you, do I do, we doin' it done
On a scale of one to ten, nigga, we negative one
You ain't my outcome, negative son
I got a stunt on you the East Coast way after I'm done
Runnin' through your lil' chips like Frito-Lay
Hired help, stay in the kitchen
After you re-up, re-listen, stop fishin'
I know where you wanna go
I know the things you wanna know
Some have tried and failed
Cause I'm the one, one, one
I got a stunt on you the East Coast way after I'm done