| Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na |
| I know, I know, I know, I know |
| Oh heaven’s fallen, the kingdom’s gone |
| Don’t play with love, you know I’d rather be alone |
| I see the colors, they made you red |
| I see the imprint of the others in my bed |
| Throw the peace sign baby, ashes burn to dust |
| Look how the trees die baby, passion over lust |
| Whatever, we tried baby, eh-eh-eh |
| Baby, I know, I know |
| Been playing along, no, you can’t break my heart |
| You see, it’s cool, it’s cool |
| You can play your games, but, babe, just don’t get caught |
| See, I know, I know |
| What you are about and you been creepin' on the low |
| Baby, I know, I know |
| Bout all your lies, like every single one you’ve told |
| Baby, I know |
| Said you’d quit your games for me, said you’d quit your games |
| Said you’d quit your games for me, said you’d quit your games |
| Said you’d quit your games for me, said you’d quit your games |
| Said you’d quit your games for me |
| This love is tainted, inside my head |
| I’m making art with all the colors that I bled |
| Oh you were perfect, I should’ve known |
| All that accusing just to cover up your own |
| You gotta look at the signs |
| And see that I’m better than bitches around |
| Swear that I’m sick of the people that cry love |
| But don’t even know what it’s 'bout, whatever |
| Come to my side of the green, come hit my trees |
| You can’t break a real one, flow hard as a steel gun |
| And all of them fuckin' with me |
| See I show the fuck up and turn up on the scene |
| YOLO them bitches ain’t nothin' to me |
| All my opponents are coming up short |
| Turns out they blind and I’m nothin' to see |
| Ho, don’t act like you ain’t fuckin' with me |
| I took a year off, came back well rested |
| Yet all you niggas are still soft, I’m flexin' |
| Nah, I won’t talk your ears off, seconds |
| Wait seconds’ll turn into minutes |
| Wait seconds’ll turn into minutes |
| Minutes millions |
| Man, I been in hiding, came back with a killin' |
| Man, fuck it I might do some time for concealment |
| Yo y’all been deprived for a minute |
| I still make that crack, still call me the chemist |
| Put bitches under, still drill like the dentist |
| All of you lessors are made in my image |
| It’s fuckin' depressing, really ridiculous |
| The best in the game, they bets put me in Guinness |
| (Put me in Guinness) bets put me in Guinness |
| Best in the game, they bets put me in Guinness |