Yeah
Looking at myself, I see the man, nigga
I´mma call it like I say it, I´mma call you bitch made nigga
Holding pistols not to entertain niggas

I got held up at the light reaching for my switchblade, nigga
Popeye’s on his spinach with the gauge, nigga
If I tell you that the babysitter´s dead, don´t play, nigga
Reach inside your pockets, dial H, nigga
If you need help with pressure, don´t drive this way, nigga
You know I got schizophrenic tendencies
I dream of porn stars and pouring gas on my enemies
If I get a check, I´m not the vet
I´m a dawg ass nigga looking for a hump bitch

Shaka Zulu with the new do with the TEC
This is not a purchase, everyday life shit
I´ve been praying for your downfall, man
But all I see is bad bitches coming down the hill, damn

Shaka Zulu noodle and the TEC
Don´t tell anybody that the babysitter´s dead
And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
How´d they bring you back to life? That´s a star resurrect

She bowed to her knees, want forgiveness
But all I could think about was coming out of speakers
She a fun girl living on the edge
Poppa ran a hedge fund, all his daughter do is give head
Said he had it up to head and neck
Don´t you point the thing at me, it could go off offside your head
Temple to the brain, now he dead
That´s a life learned lesson, never stress over bullshit

Wasn´t even her why he did it
But he found his wife with his daughter´s boyfriend, nigga damn
That´s some fucked shit over sex
These bitches overrated and I judge ´em like "who next?"

Temple to the brain from the TEC
Don´t you tell anybody that the babysitter´s dead
And I heard it from a birdie, he was dead
How´d they bring you back to life? That´s a star resurrect, nigga
Shaka Zulu noodle and a TEC (and a TEC)
Don´t you tell anybody that the babysitter´s dead
And I heard it from a birdie, he was dead (he was dead)
How´d they bring you back to life? That´s a star resurrect, nigga

Six weeks, had to vacay
Ain´t a resident in sight, just a beach, making sex tapes
Sure, say the shit to my face
She gon´ get me off, nigga, like bug spray
Bitches all fake and fanatics, causing ruckus with a ratchet
Don´t you put that on your loved ones, you are not my level pattern
This is Pacquiao and pack it, peddle faster like a Flintstone
On a roll, full of ashes, we just run you, this the legion
Zulu, it´s all gone, Zulu, forever perished
Ten bedrooms in the palace
But your Playboy bunny´s ears full of carrots, I told y´all

Shaka Zulu noodle with a TEC
Don´t you tell anybody that the babysitter´s dead
And I heard it from a birdie, you was dead
How´d they bring you back to life? That´s a star resurrect, nigga
Temple to the brain from the TEC
Don´t you tell anybody that the babysitter´s dead
And I heard it from a birdie, you was dead
How´d they bring you back to life? That´s a star resurrect, nigga
Temple to the brain from the TEC
I go temple to the brain from the TEC
Don´t you tell anybody that the babysitter´s dead, nigga

Glory be, lord to be
Fashion so fucking unorderly

Move accordingly, don´t order me
You poorer than me, more can afford the fee
Word to Meek, 100 in the dungarees
Who claim the game, we´re young living like Meek
Click on the tee, Lord of Rings, you order me
Theatric fairytale´s become extinct
Fuck the peace, I put a piece on my neck
´Bout the size of a Complex magazine
I´m not for sale, I bought your dreams
Leonardo DaVinci, the Bentley boost my self-esteem
Bitches cling like the chain already been doing the same thing
I mean this gold for press, G
I´m tryna bob and weave, why you chasing me?
I´m on my victory lap, can´t you see?

Temple to the brain from the TEC

Don´t you tell anybody that the babysitter´s dead, nigga
I go temple to the brain from the TEC
Don´t you tell anybody that the babysitter´s dead, nigga