text: Just look over your shoulders, honey
  Yeah, I know, its been a minute
  Dont you know?
  Just look over your shoulders, honey
  Whenever you need me
  Just look— Just over your shoulders
  Whenever you need me
  Just look over your shoulders, honey
  Yeah, you need me 
  I wrote my first bars in the car with Stacy
  How bizarre, my battle scars at large would lace me
  Big marbles, nigga
  I lead this new generation, boy, dont argue with us
  Marvelous beat selectors, authors, and novel spitters
  And its all for the literature
  And its all for the hideous, the nastiest flows, the Chlamydia, uh
  I aint afraid to say I need you, ah, yeah 
  I promise Id never leave you, ah, yeah
  My life is like twelve open mics of hopeless notes I write
  For sure, my folks unite soon as the flow get nice
  The poltergeist that scare emcees, my prototype for every
  My share of deeds and R.I.P.s
  You know my type of style is like my everything
  Apparently, my appetite stay famished
  Bite no hand that feed
  The culture vulture die and bleed
  My focus hold these thoughts and dreams
  Control this pen 
  Boldest lines of rhymes and things
  Devote my time and mind it seems
  Im posed to shine, remind Im king
  Provoke the blind and bomb the fiends
  The pros, the cons, the diamond rings
  Im full with time but Ima bring
  The soul divine and cross between
  Whats yours and mines, the gold, the green
  The ropes that show just what it mean
  Then grab Shakur right by the wing
  And fly before my vocals 
  For hip-hop, look at my Ziploc
  Bag full of goodies, you Chris Rock
  Hit the Pookie and pit stops
  Since tube socks, baby, you a hell of a drug
  Just look over your shoulders when they fuck you over, its love
  I know ya 
  Dont you know, baby?
  Dont you know, baby?
  Just look over your shoulders, honey
  Whenever you need me
  Just look— Just over your shoulders
  Whenever you need me
  Just look over your shoulders, honey
  Yeah, yeah, you need me 
  Shhh, look over your shoulder, get me?
  Cause I done bodied the game to the point niggas scared to rap with me
  Kept burnin til they anointed me one of the kings of Black history
  And yes, I see the game is a little different, niggas lack simply
  Them bars and I spit em like darts til they puncture your kidney
  You trash and it dont matter how much you gon try to convince me
  And you gon make my gun cock and talk a whole nother way, yo
  Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh 
  I am the Buddha, the Ali Baba, the believer-er maker
  So pristine, the dice roll from under my sleeve when I shake em
  So rude, Im so ice cold but Im what you need to just wake em
  All them crowns and medals on the wall waitin for me to just take em
  When I arrive, my theme music got a pound to it
  And when I leave, even my shadow got a sound to it
  Cause Im the god of the harder, the martyr, the father
  I spit a saliva thats leaking a lava
  Completin the saga while meetin and greetin
  And beating you niggas, completely conquer
  Extremely bark on a nigga, you see me
  And deeply carve up a nigga, believe me
  Graffiti your armor, you heebie, you jeebie
  Bikini your broad up 
  See me, now give me the startup and treat me
  You greet me and meet me with arms up
  So sweet when I speak, have a seat, it was deep
  I was sleep, now the gods up, hmm
  Upholding the fundamentals, while most of you boast a rental
  Focus on whats most essential, spit bars to provoke your mental
  Do I have your entendimiento?
  While I clap these raps like thunders
  Look over your shoulder, boy, and wonder 
  Dont you know, baby? 
  Dont you know, baby? 
  Just look over your shoulders, honey
  Whenever you need me 
  Just look— Just over your shoulders
  Whenever you need me 
  Just look over your shoulders, honey
  Yeah, you need me 
  Dont you know, baby?
  Dont you know, baby?
  Just look over your shoulders, honey
  Whenever you need me
  Thats right
  He got catalog, you understand? 
  This is the motherfucking human iPod out this motherfucker, okay?
  He can go all day