text: I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again
  Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
  Things I dont understand
  Sometimes I need to be alone
  Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe
  I can feel your energy from two planets away
  I got my drink, I got my music
  I would share it but today Im yelling
  Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe
  Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe
  Look inside of my soul
  And you can find gold and maybe get rich
  Hol up
  Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks
  But now my album platinum and shit, so what?
  Yall keep the numbers
  Im more than another statistic, my nigga
  This courtesy of Compton 
  Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker
  Love me on the East like Im Chuck D
  Dominicans wish that I was born there
  Im lookin to be the god MC
  You look at my hat and see thorns there
  I look at the game and see porn there
  Im fuckin this industry hard
  Im bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey
  You thought I was fresh out the yard
  Dont cry to me dummy, youre a lightweight
  They tell me you nice and Im like wait
  Go get me a knife, youre looking like steak
  And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days
  And when the water reside, youre Bobby Boucher
  But we aint thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga
  I got a P89 in a suitcase
  I know you heard me, nigga, this is a burpee, nigga
  Lyrical exercise, right now, homie, Im in the extra vibe
  Pipe down, on the curb, when you heard that I got these words
  To the upper echelon, thats excellent 
  I am a sinner whos probably gonna sin again
  Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
  Things I dont understand
  Sometimes I need to be alone
  Bitch dont kill my vibe, bitch dont kill my vibe
  I can feel your energy from two planets away
  I got my drink, I got my music
  I would share it but today Im yelling
  Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe
  Bitch, dont kill my vibe; bitch, dont kill my vibe
  Up in the clouds, me and my spouse
  Rumors on the ground gettin too loud
  Please turn them shits down, cant hear myself think
  Turbulence, shit, almost spilled my drink
  In the White House with a mink
  Running through that bitch like its my house
  All up in the hall like a mall
  Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball
  No, I dont member you, I dont intend to
  Empty my memory bank
  Its a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank
  Sittin next to Hillary smellin like dank
  Presidential pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him
  Ill wait
  Ive been in my wave like 20 years straight
  Ive been on my vibe like 20 years straight
  Dont fuck up my high, fuck up my high
  Nights like this, I could fuck up a pie
  An still be straight 
  Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate
  Dont waste my breath
  I dont know how many moons a nigga got left
  Back to this joint, smokin this shit like Im tryna prove a point
  Im the highest, the highest title, numero uno
  Kill my vibe, thats your motherfuckin funeral
  Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, niggas pissed off
  I ministered this generation by far
  Leader of the new school
  On my toes like a ballerina, who knew Id be Black Swan?
  World in my palms, ironically
  I am the Globetrotters best cause I didnt drop the ball
  Told niggas when I was 16
  That Id write a 16 to put a nigga right on the big screen
  In the paddy wagon with six teens
  Should have been in the pen
  But now my pen write with morphine
  I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends
  I kill niggas, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket
  Cardio lap, was running for dear life
  But now Im running the map, bitch, Im here nigga
  Picture lil ole me giving a fuck for what a fuck nigga gotta say
  Nigga, you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre
  You aint get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban
  Nigga, Puff Daddy wasnt your favorite
  So many washed up with detergent
  But I dont dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose
  Like blah, Mini-14 like blah
  Empty out another magazine like blah
  Let a young nigga get by 
  I kill em all when they try to kill my vibe 
  I am the bad, the good god, the last the hood got
  The last that would try to pass a good job
  If Shawns a black Beatle then I need a 10 second drum solo
  Bitch see you at Woodstock, ah!